If we fight the flight
And lose the loss
We break new ground
In crumpled moss
Covering ages of undone pause
Turning night to day
Casting shadows on the bay
The ebb and flow of monotony
Becomes the part me
Incandescent in its recourse
Never filled with remorse
Living to the end
Loving on the mend
I've learned to swallow and expend
For a new day is in the bend.
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