Unhealed by time.
When we’d like to forget
They return to remind.

Yesterday strikes dawn
At the turn of our plight.

Deepest abrasions
Flesh wounds and burns,
Echo effete moments.
Useless liasons
Without lesson to learn.

Though the world still turns.

Funny how those instants
Borne and written in flesh
Just resound in our slipstream.
Pilot fishes til death.

Still mistaken
We repent
Til there’s none of us left.


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