goings and comings

when eyes look nowhere in particular
they gaze to somewhere special
introspection, of god’s gift
as though the whole nature of reality
becomes unreal
and the reason for awareness
might disguise oblivion

then the rain
its cleansing gemstones
takes away the contemplation of nothing
and sensations return
your sweet faces return
in cool pastel smiles
and hands touch my hands

this is where we are
for not too long
inside or outside
the fleeting heart affairs
the passing strangers’ glances
the goings of old
the comings of new

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