Where do we go at sunset?
A journey of dreams and hope?
A sensation of light and consciousness.?
Gently waning, as if to sleep?
No more than fables and fantasy
No less than simmering dread
Sadly no guarantee or assurance
Ever faithfully we follow like sheep
The chasm awaits every one of us
Not one has ever returned
But still we dream of its graces
And pray that it's not too deep
Friday, August 10, 2018
Prose 2 Inexorability
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