Friend, Night. Skip
(LL) from Caen
basins
lamentations
no
plucked
to resist
children cry and twitch
fists
of sadness loneliness
waving his long coat
vessels are filled
of bitterness
crystals collide
emerge
dreams kisses laughter moisture
is infinite embrace
warm hand on the back
distances
mock the beautiful setback
separates us
crowd at our table we
where there will always be
one until tomorrow.
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