Poetry!

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Sometimes he visits me

A mute apparition

But with a whisper of his name,

He dissolves into nothing.

Never a smile

Never a coded message

Until the day I walked across a stage,

And moved my tassel the opposite side

He appeared before me,

Words of spun gold tumbled from his mouth

“Well done.”

Fractures

It started out with two

Until a dream sprouted

Then two became four

Sand slides through a glass,

Pressure fractured one

Leaving only three

Until with the coming dawn

There was only one left