I took a step into the in-between
For a moment it was blinding
And yet it was there that I could see all
A calming wind—brushed cheek
She fell through the blue
blooming in silence
In the presence of the all-seeing
The golden hour—stuck the middle
Carefully swaying like weeping timber
Neither north nor south knew the answer
Marked with an x—faded with time
A life loved no less than the hour before
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