control

a mist
falling slowly
but in sheets
a comforting cover
a moment’s rest
a thought in the haze

we have these moments
these forgetful sober times
where memory hasn’t crept in
and we can be said to be unattached
as though the past has not been
and the future will cease to come

acting in the moment
hoping in time
and manipulating only the things
we can possibly dream
to control

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