Who we were dissolves on the rolling backs of our earth.
We worked and strove with no guarantees, and still we look into an open field of nothing.
For what are we alive if not to know one another? The epicenter evades me, always it seems.
Today I am unsure how it is possible for me to overcome all the obstacles between you and me.
Modernity. Concrete.
Fête / Entr'acte in Letters of Renaissance
Revised: 04/29/2017 4:34 a.m.
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