November 29, 2019Poem
If only.
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If only.
What to do?
It never ends. Until it does.
Are we lost
Or found
A mystery
In silhouette at sunset
The shadow
In a night eclipsed
By sunrise
A star, long gone
Surviving in extant
Of the original
Its dying light
Bleeding
Into darkness
As the moon grows full
Pulling at oceans
Transforming mood
So does it wane
Are we drawn
To follow
The same cycle
In temporal revolution
Are we lost
Within the confine
Of progress
Or found
In time
To begin again.