The rim glows
An abundance of color
Of moving shaping wafting tastes
Of days made in another time
But what you'd call another place
The rim glows
And I may never see the world
But I have seen the sun
And In that way
Across that glow
I must have seen enough
To know across times
And places to go
I must have seen enough
To see the sun
Turn into some othertime
Some otherwhere else
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