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Survivors
twilight’s grip, a lodestar glow,
flickers in the vast shoals of night,
mere mortals, drift and foreclose
dreams smoke, cascade. decline
whisper in the mist confound
fog cloaks our single vision
— truths muddled, fraught,
passages of time obscured beneath layers of fear
attenuated by a total ellipsis of meaning, thoughts overwrought,
beneath the surface, we found ourselves bound-still,
entrapped-quite, in underground light,
mumbles from shadows abound,
words scatter like hopeless stars in the endless night
in this daze —of a phase suspended in time —
an indictment of the accroutements of mind
a yearning for clarity, sublime in the grime
of a half-truncated line
chaos construes
as we wander tenderly-clouded horizons:
wonders woven into the haze
of every day
