Dream The Fox Footfalls Born-e

Tiles filmed with dust
A periodic flashback
To distance near naught

"What's on your mind, friend?"
I say, toweling off a glass
Drawing scene to life 

From past the portal
My partner communicates
Against all evens

"Balance finds its kin"
Plinks from top to bottom bins
Waves crashing brightly

Let there be Christmas
Lights shining from east to west
And Paper Lanterns

A glimmer of Hope
Blooms facets never conceived
In heart, beat, and mind

"The Gates are Open."
"Psh. Try to get past this, nerds!"
(She holds up nothing)

I light the orange flares
We coordinate the volley
Perfect means Perfect

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