Perfect humidity
To fill the silence
With absent sounds
In order the dust
Does never rustle (the wind/on)
Rather the smoke of hearty fires
Bubbles
Of an hallucinogenic children’s dream
Summers of love
Consuming themselves in familial trust
And the sun
Having shone through darkest clouds
If a moment breathes
Our distance
Astray from former selves
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