glance backwards into the great disappearance of your/my old life
and rename ourselves
the sighs malingering in your/my lungs no longer escaping
and instead
the regrowth of two new pair of lungs
re-invention and magic being your/my new lease
the tickets to move on, we share
and all those blurs called bad memories
now draining outside the sides of your/my head
the skyline, the horizon line, the dividing line
yours/mine now to claim instead
not the blackbird balancing itself
on the shifting plane of the telephone wires
the electricity sparking you/me from the inside
shifting all our gears and wires
til the numbers align
propelling you/me/us forward
look out Lucky....
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