Oranges in Springtime

Yellow or green
sheets fading
through the sky

like deep waves
diving, then rising
thoughts in swirls.

We can’t escape
the truths so deep
they radiate,

synthetic moments
in time that can’t
be traced to the source,

we stick. In rhythms,
we shiver, carry
through the night,

but are unable
to dig up reason
to give up all we have…

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