In the space between
There is no longer a space
No loud noises to dirty the light
The remnants of yesterday
A history
Because of him, darkness is not scary
Night embraces the arms
Cricket sounds calm the senses
Black queit is no longer
White noise
And all the before
Was just a journey to
Invent this person into
That caterpillar
A butterfly
A year passes so easily
But the comfort makes
The flight, special
There is no more an I
How could there be
Music, music in the air
Always there
A ting tinkle, trinkle
Imaginary space
Filled
Completeness would be an
Understatement
Oh, oh, no words
Would be
Enough
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Marilyn
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