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I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet
pieces of the past?
I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be
voices of the future?
I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents
visions cast of shadows?
I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened
memories of lost love?
I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same
and nothing remains?