A Reflective Digression

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Twilights

A year of shattered twilights

Words of strange intent echo back, lyrics out of time and mind

Regrets hang low behind me, like overripe fruit, marking wrong roads.

 

A year of shattered twilights

Cannibal memories lurk ahead in ancient sentences spoken by no one.

Recast and rephrase, running for the edge, any edge.

 

A year of shattered twilights

Sliding down, set like a stone on a final shelf.

Set like a final stone.

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1 Comment

  1. Cannibal memories…

    *shivers*


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