a constant tick ticking
becoming a muted organic flutter
in this heart and belly
the memories on a screen
watching the characters
so familiar
what stories are they going
tell me your wisdom
is learning from the past
lives trapped behind a screen
and safely distant from
what an exceptional
who was that kid?
I can picture you
balanced, beaming smile
and those glowing warm eyes
unencumbered by what waits
the future is her home
what kind of gifts are
the lessons unlearned by them
so that we know their shape
a silhouette of what should’ve
i’ve been there
or near there
your there is yours and mine is mine.
aches just the same, but different
shadows are hard
what casts those
borders of light and dark
your eyes adjust eventually
you don’t even realize
the difference between light
shadows only exist
in each, sometimes more comfortable
we don’t really choose
the heavens move of their own
what accord
is there harmony to be had
does the resonance become
less trill closer
nearer to thee I cannot
hear the droning
thrumming of an eternity’s
past, present, and future
until
we flip a switch
and finally,
the show’s beginning
lights and life flickering into
something was no longer
is
this a story i’ve
lived before?
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