For a moment, we were braided,
into a forecast weight,
into a dynamic fringe
where lips chap and crack by the whim
of a smile–
of our smile.
We are reminded of the consequences.
The ones that inflate wrinkles.
The ones that elicit a contrasting fear
from the failure we so zealously pursue.
The ones that ignite incandescent epitaphs that read
Dream. Keep dreaming. And believe.
We take the time to breathe.