those frozen moments
nostalgia sepia
they creep in
seep deeper
hold you hostage
like a dream
caught in the fade
before dawn wakes into day

the hands are static
the action automatic
the pause held
like a dancing moment

you seek them out
become them
more and more
shore on shore
until sure
between window and door
and which is open

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