Sometimes my soulSometimes I feel my soulPull backShrinkLike a flower closing at the end of dayIt hides its face awayAnd sleepsWaitingWaiting for the stars to rollOr the moon to rise and setOr the monsoon winds to blowSometimes I feel my soul grow coldradiant like a diamond struck by sunlightbut hard and sharp and densesometimes I feel my soulemergelike the little boy who stands in the doorwayunable to believe the back hand slapacross the face will come againsomeday my soul will growa tempest unfurledacross the worldand eat the land like weevils on wheat
that beautiful liei know the truck moves upon the roadbut as your arms turn the wheelit seems to me that the mountains moveswept around uscaught in the slipstreamthe world parts before uscrashing back behindlike we are fixedunmoving unchangingas the world flowswe are not fixedwe are as broken as everdamaged and flawedbut in this perfect momentof sunlight and shadeyour eyes and smile saythat we will never partthat we will never fadeor dieor burn with arguments and unkind wordsor fall back into the arms of other lovesthe worlds partsaround our permanencethat beautiful liethat briefest of moments:today
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