Remember the last days
Our rush to make them enduring
The light we created when no one was listening
Born and crafted in the notes and notions of infant encounters
From charred moments and vanishing plots to ambient existence
That moment where the dream became real
Racing against the suggested speed limit
Wailing sirens of released emotions
Attempting to defeat doubts and odds
Before losing to time and consuming silence
The markers warned of alternate possibilities
Of chaotic conclusions we failed to recognize
But our eyes were hazed over with naive hopes
August 2024
So much time has passed and this may be fiction or revisionist history. Started while wandering through the aisles of a bookstore. (Like there's any inspiration to be found there. 😁) The words just began to emerge.
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