it's something that happened to me

 a long distance call

 cool as the breeze

 smoother than silk

 born that November

 beneath cleansing rain

 beneath closing skies

 investigating the number

 a course of the treatment

 wearing headphones

 the color that humbles

 the timber that falls

 a shimmering slumber

 a shuddering wake

 unwilling to judgement

 the reality is

 you're going faster and slower

 away from the equinox

 to a shore where we please

 tourists at the solstice

 tourists at the end of the world

- Ken Peters


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