fields of butterflies
and diamonds glistening
all around and we are
at home here.
thread unravels from
the spool
reds and greens and blue
fall to the floor.
a rifle goes off once
with a bang and of course
we are accustomed
to the noise.
uneven breaths circle the room
where we stand quiet-
blind and deaf to
our surroundings.
can we take a hint,
simply just soak it in?
we'll take what we need
while there is still time.
we have a mild mishap
and we are no longer
innocent and naive-
we are experienced and mature.
We are also so ignorant.
A gun goes off just once-
We never called a warning.
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