Red violence encroached
upon the pearl of your gaze,
followed by hazy enthusiasm,
From off camera, the dinning
of numberless voices raised
to the pitch of a moonless sky.
There’s a how and a why,
a way and a will. We both
accepted stillness and tranquil
breathing as we focused
on the shifting patterns
of the vapor trails scaling the air.
Without care or concern
for trivial things, the stinging
in my eyes subsided,
and I saw more beautiful scenes
reflected in yours.
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