living the hour over (fearless)
the arrogance of humans
marking off time
seconds minutes hours days weeks years
as if we are in control
then twice a year
we shift our own system
to serve us more light
springing forward and then falling back
simply to spring and fall again. . .
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what would you allow me
in this lived-over hour
i cannot ask for the world
but i am a man dreaming of second chances. . .
we wait until 2 am
and turn the world back to 1
1 the number of starting
the number of starting over
we slip beneath the covers
spoons beneath an unknowing moon
and i wonder if you can feel me come alive
again against the curve of you
so tell me something fearless
while we lie here together
i'm afraid
i don’t know
how a fretless voice sounds
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