In the time of the classics
their thoughts coursed
multiplied
fed on themselves
and intertwined
under the stars
they mingled
realizing the reflection
in the face
of the other
in the time of the classics
together they talked of gods
worlds
stars
met by their eyes
in the blackness
their eyes
in the time of the classics
boundaries
like running watercolors
never bleeding
but becoming art
reflected
by the stars
stars
that absorbed them
their essence
their eyes
absorbed by the stars
in the time of the classics.
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