my index finger tip has become numb to the keystrokes
similar to the numbness that climbs down the back of my head
when days are long and nerves are dead
the joy I feel from this tickling sensation
is enhanced by dance whispering the words I hear upon my ear
"counting stars"
why yes, I am counting too
laying on a pier in mid November
and the Quandranids, they are something on a cold winter's day
lying down with outstretched arms
dreaming of parallel moons and stars
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