. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

      everything is about
          to  get  better

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  every thing
  is about 
  to get  better

    heads
    will rest
    on shoulders
    as sighs of relief are
    breathed

  cats
  will laze
  on brown carpet
  bathed  in  photons
  yellow-gold  
  in  hue

    the  salt 
    of your sweat
    will be tasted in the dark
    and hands 
    hands will be joined
    entwining in hope