there are multiple possibilities,
probabilities,
dreams, that just come.
i'm standing with you
beside a body of water
you are handsome in black
about to take a picture.
we are laying side by side
looking out into a bronze world
a long road beautiful,
barren, except for us.
we are sitting now,
a slide show
of a life
throwing itself before our eyes.
i raise my third (or fourth) glass
the world is losing itself
within me.
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