Futures falter
By samhennig
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Futures falter through
knowledge of what's past.
Passed by now, as
dust settles on pictures painted.
Is this the messiness of actual living?
News came; we all acted
like we understood.
Finding out, and yet
knowing nothing.
Lines drawn in time
weathered skin; map
years as though tributaries
and upon hearing fill with tears.
Couldn't sleep; light leaks
through the open door,
stretching out like the
day ahead.
Is this the messiness of actual living?
Hands thick, full with
bruises. Blistering, bulging
nails, dead
but not detached.
So faithful for so many years,
certain of knowledge. No
doubts in our safe
place within the tapestry.
But how we cried amidst
the faithless as we became
them. We became the cells
which make us.
Is this the messiness of actual living?
Did you hear him?
Yes.
What did he say?
'Cells keep growing and dying'
It didn't help us knowing;
The tributaries fill.
Each
breath
above
the
water
taking
toll.
Is this the messiness of actual living?
We find out.
We know.
We do not understand.
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