Moments tender
In heavy (moments/momentum)
Anticipating the grounding
Steal our rise away
Though the atrium sun spotted
Perpetual concert in jest
Has seen itself dotting
The abstract dismissal
Clinging some primordial simplicity
So stretches the analytical chimes
So stretches the defensive silence
So silent the resounding disguise
We huddle in our ambiguities
Unsure of when of where
Even then of how to fly
And as while ripe in heavy mind
We remember a Russian migrant tide
We still set
In Eastern twill leave of light
God blessed
In captivated despite the sighing
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