Eavesdropping

Sudden eaves of daylight streaming
Awaiting the turn of their fall to the ground.
A hundred opportunities
Impact the way as they fall to the ground.

Let them be.

They’re dashing on things that they never would see.
What more than an end can be foreign to memory?

We shall see.

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