It was like mercury to mercury.

A sublime fusion of thoughts

sifting through the mind

and forgiveness for those that brought

her to her knees

in a whirlwind of forgotten words

and knives that dug in deep

scattering her legs across the plains

and into running the herds

of buffalo and bears

the things she saw she’ll never forget

traveling alone as one.

It was time to shed the albums

on the road

collecting music as she traced the sun

with fingers full of color

and mashed up time between

the moon and stars

where magic could be seen.

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