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The miracle in small moments

Right now
I lay here
in the

Small hours
Of the
night

And I draw a
Spiral upon
Her back

As she
Drifts into
The ether

Warm and safe in
This most intimate
Of human moments

It occurs to me that,
We will never again
Visit this space time.

Speeding through
The universe
On our biosphere.

She’s humming now,
Blissfully unaware of our
Coordinates and heading

So I too drift away,
To the arms of night
As captain to her dreams

And she, to mine.

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