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time is the most meaningless thing

where the house makes a corner

and the lightning bugs dance

underneath God’s flashlight

we were children, filling jars with stars

the entire day in our pockets

through the somersaults and cartwheels

of another disappearing day,

the lightning bugs dance

until our eyes are closed

the dreams and the possibilities

made our pillows heavy

time becomes the most meaningful thing

the corners start to wane

but still, the lightning bugs dance