blue eyes sear
through open space,
blank walls become new
and fresh like rusty orange
and the scent of early Fall,
erased scrawl begets hints
of the immanent All
in less than seconds,
a lone cat in its frail strife
starts to wail and bawl,
each moment
opens,
sing and
glistens,
and yes,
we in our guilt
and innocence
begin
again our
small intimacies:
we begin to hear
and listen.
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