You appear, disappear

desert mirage in green man’s country

nothing clear to hold to.


You’re dark as my light

shipped from distant shore

where we met


all those years before

here, now, we come to this.


You’re a riddle without clue

I’m a plucked violin

you shift & I cue


we are subterfuge

linked somehow together.

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