without a sketch
as the sea with no conductor
plays both allegro and grave
love can be so spare,
desert sun, dry bones
yet sometimes,
soft winged, ocean mist
lapping waves
before the undertow,
the sky makes it look so easy
the capitulation,
heaven's bow to night
knowing darkness lasts
only until dawn sings in the day
perhaps love is like gravity
let it go, let it go, to fall exactly where it should
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