Yes, it will always be here,
Yet it will go its own way.
Yes... it will always be now,
Like photographs gone and vague,
Though perspectives bound; remain,
Both the good and the bad go away...
Surrounded from within its self-conclusions,
A fortress of solitude; of logic and confusion...
No, it won't always be here,
And yet; in the background it stays.
No, it won't always be now,
Just memories born then strained,
Perspectiveless grief; relief to pay...
Both the good and the bad remain...
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PoetryA second volume of poetry; continued examinations of identity and human character through a polar and fluid experience.
