Fleeting Summer; Imperfect Balance (and other related metaphors)

Faint whisper of a cool breeze
blows past dragonflies
Onto my dripping neck.

What was lost
now returns,
Slowly and surely-
Just on time.

Through this cycle-
Through this circle,
We are given opportunity:
Opportunity to create something new
within our ringed prison
of reality.

What will you do
with this time?
This perfect time between
Summer and Autumn?
This time between moments?
This time that only exists once-
except when it comes back.

Take this time
And swallow it.


Then let it swallow you.

It is yours
You belong to it.

Cleave unto
and from.
And build a sandcastle
For the coming storm.


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