Once the dust has settled, the air has cleared, the last rectangle of streamer has wafted to the ground.

Once night becomes day and day becomes night again.

And again.

Once everything is done.  And said.

Once the filter is selected.

The coffee is drunk.

The wine is tasted.

The whiskey’s block of ice has melted.

Once you run out of etcs and NBs.

Once you strip off the robe of phoenixes and new leaves and fish in the sea.

Once you don’t tell the check out lady.

Once nothing is a sign of something else.

Once once becomes once.



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