We follow the paint marks on the road like gingerbread crumbs
jellyfish clouds that seep pale seams of sunlight
sweeping along the contours of a drowsy leaf
higher, higher, carried on the soft film of a breeze
like gossamer, to a somewhere, a someplace-
as we battle our ravaging demons

-for a moment of beauty.

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