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gegenschein

comes to my mind the word of this cloudlit day -

gift me the backscatter of sunlight and dust,

the debris of a heart, split, ferries away the light.

or something. (listlessly watch the sun move by)

how dark is dark? how sweet is sugar? how gone is away?

elephantine ghost follows me (famous idée fixe, i know) 

i fear for the lingering arrival where nothing is traded

while every hour that passes is one with a larger glow

and blemish. i fear the return when bleached is still

my middle name, gegenschein my ever reward;

tell me, what will i do with it all?

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