Don't name anything yet.
Your emotions don't belong
To you. What look like clouds
Have no discontinuity with blue sky
Or puddled streets after yesterday's
Hard rain. The heat today fades
Into the mind of nineteen thousand
Other days, experienced and forgotten.
Slow down, the edge is near
Even if the end it promises
Is nowhere to be found. Now,
Name anything you want. It's ok.
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