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the one life
just the one – the this one
and time narrows in on possibilities
just in time for you to notice it
a claustrophobic quasi-openness to meet me in the morning
it’s a small kindness in the sunset to train goodnight
and goodbye

settle in or skip every song enjoying none
for whatever reason we are fixed to play back
free just to rehearse our plans
and play black our past
one could almost never notice the coincidence
it is to progress one way inside a fixed space

from outside we must sound insane
revelation after revelation recasting ever intuition

every breath another push to shape the next new me to see
first to myself then myself again
then to him and her and you and me again
but from whatever place if we can just settle in enough to see
the coincidence we’re all in