An old friend came out of the past and said hello.
The enthusiasm in her voice was unmistakeably free.
I figured that the chapter was over,
it was just being revisited.
Revising, revising
till' it turns out just right.
I missed the solstice last time it happened,
and I feel like a fool for missing out,
so I'll make sure that it's not repeated.again.
The bass is rattling in my head
and the words of poets invisibly fly through me,
....I can almost touch
the waters of oblivion.
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