What was that first love
And who did you first love
Measuring the distance
from the yard that rock was from
that shattered the glass of imaginations
which rested on the hope of life being happy ever after
Living through the first blow
That arrested the last gasp of breathe from your atmosphere
Staring down the deep ice blue abyss
Streams of whispers from long ago remind me of how far we have to go
Bursting thru the dense landscape of infinity
appears the bow of re-emergence of a cargo holding thoughts once lost
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