Did this happen yester-
day or were you standing
outside my window under
the cool rain of primitive
stars of all those years ago--
and why can't I remember your smile?
seemed like such a little thing then,
sometimes I wish I'd paid more
attention--
Back then there were
radioactive isotopic
lysergic heat flashes and
the dawn of time; I kept my head down,
I left a secret in the palm of your hand,
a burning time capsule--
a holy revolver--
fired into eternity,
Tomorrow you were shifting
dust on dreary plains
spreading our sigil across time
and I am always the liar,
typing and achieving nothing,
leaving the window closed
behind me,
playing make believe.
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