A Gentle Beckoning (minorityvsmajority) (1)

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A Gentle Beckoning

Two eyes a new moon

within them you perceive your reflection

as you gaze from the frothy brim

water like tendrils persuade you

a being speaks, like an echo

They say:

'Come nearer down this fraying path

this journey, old friend, will leave you cold

kiss this silence in the deepest bath

lest you beget more time, if ever you were so bold'

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