Jinx.

Bygones with wine
in a barrage of time
is how I see what
came before.

Electric and proud,
the blue, sunken shroud
that carried you to me;
to this crumbling shore.

Clouded islands
float overhead
distilled to a fine mist;
watertight and keening.

Walk and talk
to the moon and back,
it is always this place;
always this feeling.

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