the spirit must live on
we prepared our minds with
foolproof lies and
carried on about our lives
as if darkness never
overshadowed anything
what was once reinvented
can be invented yet again
and those monsters
lurking behind old photographs
remain buried alive
unsuspecting memories
hang in undisclosed caverns
like misplaced dreams
tapping your shoulder
night after tireless night
without thinking we pushed
onward through the air
like a refreshing wind
blowing away the morning fog
that once weighed us down
december two thousand thirteen
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