First Time Last Time

Recognition says, "Mutuality is possible, perhaps guaranteed."
I see, you see, we see.
Heard hearing, you hear.

My nose is inactive until I remember to place myself 
back where I was when I was you
recollections, retrospections, 
set on the table, lightly, 
because expectation shatters 
splashes in the shallows.

The moment is of course lost,
we shared it to toss it.
Neither of us are lost,
we are missing,
enacting the time
on fan blades of repetitive light.

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