What else was there to do? Staring
staring wishing it would all return
come back and fill in the places
but everything would be different
then who would run the ballet who
would practice their legwork set aside
time for it all mostly it looked normal
as it would on any planet but it was
some other place all together this was
not what it seemed where nobody belonged
except just to pass through promise to come
back sometime during another season
steadily on thoughts nights gorgeous air
a silky ocean something to live for
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