Two young eagles
Masters of the bald heights to come
Finesse in café space
Locking prey of dreams to sights
Strings to former symphonies
How gently undone
In pendulum
As hath seen dark places
Travelled far
But not so far as eyes might tell
To venturing now blackened stars
Reaching for sharp light
To outshine these colder shards
What resonance?
Reaching not quite truth
For mystery in brevity
Clinging things deeper than truths
In all their fickle light might bear
Reflexión chameleonic
Sleeping in (breath/breadth) of change
(In-constancy)
Perpetual work is timelessness
Libre determinazione
Enjoying dear our time
For otherwise…
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