…and with a small breeze,
all the cards fell down

and laughter erupted from a well of darkness
that was never there.

the suits and symbols,
like an intricate game

were just pebbles in the sand.

no more or less meaningful
than a tree branch bowing in the wind.

the tumultuous swaying of light and dark,
was only ever dancing.

was only ever you.
was only ever I.
 

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