Crown of Lightning and Time

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Years filled the searching vessel
Months make way for memories to linger in thought intangible
Weeks of work left hands well worn
Days swept steadily on the celestial turntable
The sun peacefully fills with intense persistence
The vessel pours back what filters through

There remains some kind of distance between sun lit forms
The sticky solution fills craters, crevasses, and creases
The distance between bodies become perceptual, thought
Yet as definite as the steps each motive body leaves

The sticky solution turns to skyward wisps
Canvas for sweet memories of grounded dreamers
Steps span scales as bodies nibble, graze, and dance together