Somewhere a meandering creek bed tiptoes silently
in between living gemstones and waning milestones,
where we dove in deeper than knee deep mirror ponds
where we swam away from the incoming tide
looking for something already found
and time paid the cost for penance; all the unflown sky,
passing by shaped like the memory of loneliness,
a crystal clear creek swims by, now but an ebbing dream
we never knew —
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