Markers
As everything dissolves
Hidden passages reroute the thoughts of the young
Daggers pierce peace to get a reaction
From those less fortunate than you and I
Spatial relationships like a couple out for the evening
Only to discover their incompatability
After so many years of trying
They part with mutual longing.
Certainty walks along the boulevard
Seeing reawakening who has gone off to a foreign land
Certainly aware of the hole left
In the aspirations of her small circle of friends
Along the path there are a series of markers
Where we have been, where we are going
Made of rough hune stone
Fading into time and disrepair
I place a new image
Beside the ones whose questions were answered
Whose answers are forgotten
Lost never held, impressions held tightly.
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