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November 2, 2021

the city lights emerge
from the great slumber

we are still a little sleepy
and hardly an eyebrow is raised
when the patrol passes
their uniforms gazing into
gleaming screeens

life as a conduit
which flows through itself
into constant becoming

while questions
still form
beneath masks
the corners and
pavement are
and the simple
pleasures returning
as all our anticipations
are made flesh

we waited
we are rewarded
we are again blessed

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