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| daylight disappears into its own remembrance,
restless crowds and noisy lives disperse and fall away as darkness slides into the air leaving me alone and free at last to give soft flesh and heart to your soundless breath, invisible yet warm with care for every cell to awaken from the outside fog and come instead to life in silent unseen touch of skies unknown until tonight, so clear of mess and turmoil that might hold me back from you *and i slide into the air like gentle darkness, soul and senses aching with your call to flight* |
| *image: jim thompson |