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On the air between floats a gentled idea,

lifted from black marks or inky image

to something pressing eyelashes and

setting the sun on their cheeks.

How were we once in the presence

of imagination, of an idea like

born air, like emotion caressed?

It lives on its knees now, gone

as our remembered wings have,

in the taper of thinning time.

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