There is a bright bright sun
leaves unfold in a wide yawn
I want to float with the breeze
fan through sweet blossoms
scatter love like a bee
take to the trees
but the dark evening has come
and reacquainted with unfermented blood
this musty dread anchors me down
I can tell
the spark has come undone again
these three ripe moments came and passed
squeezed through my life too tightly to grasp
potential doesn't know deadlines
infinite moments float outside of time
and I am anchored down again
while this unfermented brooding washes over me
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