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a cluster of colors coalesce in darkness

see - it is possible

to work hard on losing every single syllable

in a one line verse spoken

given back to silence:

your lies become innocent with time

spring brings the sun 

orange light gathers in emptiness

of my beer glass

a dense shade of red remains

long forgotten in words, gestures,

cells, fluids - winter's solace

will not be enough

in the newness of

seasons taking flights forlorn

in silences, in these insolences