We exchange our fragments of the world

Across the dining room table

Our voices on the rise,

Out of gravity’s hands

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Fighting off the enclosing snares of dusk,

We shuffle pieces of our lives

Gently back into place  

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Our great fable unfolds

Slowly woven together

Every night our words pour

With the day’s kept bounty   

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Until the verses we scatter

Lay plain for us all

The one true and beaten path  

Through the wastelands we forge