Your faith in saving
a fading cartoon picture
of a purple dinosaur
that definitely was not Barney
and your enduring hope for good as it was
disappearing into a whiter shade of pale blue
ink lightening to pencil grey
magically corresponds
(or corresponds magicality)
to the conclusion of a shared nightmare
from which we awake
with no alarm
eyes opening to a better day
and another
and the birds singing.
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