Things don’t
change now the way they changed of old
The world
has morphed into a shape not easy to hold
Deepest
darkest sword thrusting through these times
Piercing and
dislodging
Dismembering
and forgetting
The human
story
What do we
remember?
Dances, long
summer days
Safety
between sea and sand …
Things don’t
change now the way they use to
Not in
degrees, a progression
There’s a
gathering of disparate forces, uniting for a
Tsunami
O my
What will
remain under the surface of so many losses?
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