Frenzied four a.m.s
create microwave-cake feasts
and our wide eyes wondering
at river reflections on walls.
We call,
at nearly any cost.
Holding hands,
we're unaware of
and uncaring of
whoever might see.
Liberated at last
by the maddest of truths
we feel saner than ever
as leaves fall from trees
to whisper the passing
of another year of moments.
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