I'll just have to construe that the silence carries the sound of a maybe. Not a total eclipse. Still a view that is blinding. I'll look away and leave you to carry on shining.
It's not about stepping in and out at whim.
Nor absolution for many a mortal sin.
But thoughts from moments that subsist.
They now give rise to a sense that
What is, was meant to be.
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