city lights across the bay . . .

one time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes

work, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,

the moon alone in the midst of its clear page

the room acquires the slowness of gold,

until we are only the one dark space

one drop in the flow of a vast slow river.

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"one time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes"

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