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Seven Minutes

away away
we are caught in currents

sleight of hand
and at the gate
the idling engines

just this light
from window banks
slakes my thirst
and I hunger

in the miles
tracing from us

I yearn for so much
and we give so little
precious is the we
of all

this tide that sweeps
away the histories

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but I find not much to crit here, I read it several times, perhaps I'd change the 'idling engine' to 'engines idle' but it's a moot point to the strength of the rest. That ending is so good. It gives the piece it's 'aha' moment. Powerful freeform.

"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

after reading this a few times
with "engines idling"
it sounds smoother

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