washing out

fire away
i'm free today
hovering over musical oceans
like a paper plane.
clear is the day
i let go of hell yesterday
to live in limbo again.
here i at least can pretend to pray
and breathe my breaths in my own patient haze.
clear is the day
the light is ethereal and time passes stray
the cat snoozes softly
and this music is like liquid
against my tired ears.
i have no tears
i fell to my knees today
i suppose that's what you have to do
wipe the past
to then let it brush off you.
nothing really lasts
the evergreen of the freshly washed
too shall pass
like a continuous wheel
of insisting surfaces.

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