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that 
everything should fall 
into place sideways, a furtive glance 
and what could be's in silence 
a virtuous companion. 

gather leaves with 
haiku written in its veins. 
spring is an empress, an eternal face. 
oblivion, a far-away earthquake 
for believers to question their fate. 
full circle, green 
and sometimes 
grey. 

that beyond this gate
misery taunts even the most gracious ray: 
of sunlight escaping a viola's nocturne, 
a sailor's anguish, a painting's 
eventual 
fade. 

here, today 
i am green and grey, 
green 
and grey.