ella waltzes

ella waltzes
and the world spins.

wind blows paper, whilst remainders of light strike us down

displayed beyond; silhouettes
made of sharp and fresh and

the future passes above us, knowingly,
the past rests and moves in sight

we are still


calm.


the winds moves around and then within

and we in the present feel the cool,
friendly ground
pushing into
our backs
as the wind whispers fate

and as the sounds all around remind me
to

strike the keys and stop.

rest the fingers knowingly and with steadiness

meditate

feeling the white between the black,
and the remote coldness
(which holds us back but feels the most intense and particular down the sides)

and then it does
and then it does
and then it does just

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