Charged Wires- End

The gears grind to start
Though in some places they whir
Few words and a hug

"You are on your own."
An existential crisis
Perhaps all must face?

But with wires uncut
Always a phone call away
Is/Are the one(s) you love

Even if in mind
Pink Rose still lives in the cup
And blooms from my room

Red, White, and rainbow
(How many -bows have we found?)
Red, blue, and purple

Fox feet continue
As we always have- separate
Though never alone

Though breeze feels different
A sailor's sunrise coming?
Or is that sunset?

We make the rules here
In our wires and space between
What else might be though?

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