of opaque 

Here quick days, for

a few million

minutes 

we full-tango

toiled in bleak gossamers,

learnt by other’s ways,

taking each hard breath taught;

once for such moments,

and then away, in time,

gone again the same.

so fast

our light changes

in antiqued glass split

and exoshuttered shade,

so fast 

we bleep signals,

diving, sinking,

only of opaque.

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