Reaching soundless, soullessly pondering, fiction, absorbing
Trivial answers abound, the darkness pervades the night.
Still easier answers prattle against sullen aborted tensions.
The moon used to pale a pretty pink.
Skies abounded in colored glory, scathing remembrances of days
Remember when it used to be a time
Remember when it wasn't
Pull aside the veil that clouded memories in dustless state.
Stare wide eyed at the dawn, it's still today.
© James Bryron Love
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