Between the heat heavy May afternoons and your bottomless naps.
Your first ideas of revolution,
And that job you eventually dedicated your youth to.
The girl you loved and lost,
And your constant search for a feeling from the past.
The house sparrow,
The moods of the ocean
And every mountain, person and song you've visited,
There lies a shimmering, silver thread
Holding it all together.
Turning it into a poem
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