Penumbra
For A, White Rabbit
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Hole in the ground, way over yonder,
Cotton-White flashes; a scutter, then sink.
The world flips around. Upside is down.
In a mirror dark, I scratch my head; she thinks.
A Perfect penumbra; grin, like the crescent moon,
Soon waxing gibbous; glowering in a gloomy room,
Yet in-between forgotten dreams, his #life! - it seems...
Oh but outside, brick-by-brick, fears long-laid tower thick.
Old tales, like breadcrumbs, like #lifelines, like tracks,
-go both ways.
But, it's not something you remember.
Timing is everything, like being late for a date.
Is it something you'll remember?
"We met in bad weather... They met in November-"
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