aggrieved
I fall backwards from my belief...
belief in...
all ritual now
a ritual without spontaneity
a liminal moment
between youth and death
between now and then
when all dries up and we are left...
with absence
falling forward towards...
nothing
enduring the poverty of what was and what can never be again
I am left believing in...
nothing
~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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