this
Setting sun
setting memories affixed
to past lives
only to be remembered
Setting sun
setting memories affixed
to past lives
only to be remembered
Once finally you leap
from present to future
leaving the past
the postcard melting sun
sky on fire
impossible reality moments
The rest of humanity, nothing
but silhouettes
&
She &
I
holding on
keeping the golden
hour shining from even
below the depths
Of inevitability.
Eventually, to rise
Again.
both, but apart
as one silhouette in foreground
and one in background
but both
only shadows
Only rough sketches cast
dark against the brightness
of a sun
carrying on beyond
Understanding.
Is it possible
to ever
be saved?
By another or by self?
One, more likely than the other
but,
Neither are likely.
Playing the percentages
leaning against that
asymptote
& never quite
finding the origin.
What a cruel joke.
The precision of random lives
distributed all the same
given enough bodies and time
knowing with a certainty that
the house holds all the cards
and knowing forever how
forever looks
for a single point of
viewing the best-case
as only one case out of
an infinite
impossibility to
fall beyond expectations
intentions or otherwise
the precision of the
pattern wins out with
Universal truth.
This is how the pieces
fall
Some land upright
others
collapse
but none ever reach
none ever touch
none ever know
the infinite
the source
the truth.
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