Beneath this ironed shirt and tie
I breath in slowly witnessing
The simple changes
Passed before the night jury
Seven days faded since
But still I see the closest moments
Closer still for distance
Internalised and persistent
We are all due our changes
But masters in the art
Of final ignorance
We never see it coming
Until it finds us
Unready and wanting
To take what was given
Without ceremony or purpose
Leaving only emptiness
In memory of joy
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
Beneath this ironed shirt and tie
I breath in slowly witnessing
The simple changes
Passed before the night jury
Seven days faded since
But still I see the closest moments
Closer still for distance
Internalised and persistent
We are all due our changes
But masters in the art
Of final ignorance
We never see it coming
Until it finds us
Unready and wanting
To take what was given
Without ceremony or purpose
Leaving only emptiness
In memory of joy
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