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i slept for four and twenty thousand years
when i awoke, the world
had turned to dust
when i awoke,
the world had loved and moved on
and all this time, the undying
these few bright points wavering
some distant seashore—
some quicksilver sea

time is an unruly tyrant
that every legacy is undone,
that every stronghold is torn asunder
here at the end: a horizon of
white ash and bone
and ice that sublimates
into vapour

and i am brought to the ground,
atrophied and anemic
my fragile body, skin and blood
and the anguish which passeth all understanding,
the keening cry of my innermost,
for all things lost—not things,
but souls and spirits
meant to weather all storms, and
promises immutable—now less,
now so much less than even dust

i slept for four and twenty thousand years
as now you know—
when i awoke, you had cast me aside
when i awoke,
you had loved and moved on
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Great imagery. Great cadence. Really love the feel and honesty in this. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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I missed this. :)
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oscinis|Hobbyist Interface Designer
It was a great surprise to see arise this in my watch list, and even more satisfying.
I have personally missed your work and your presence here, but I know I'm not the only one. This is a very welcome return!
(We have loved, but many of us have not moved on)
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Thank you for your kindness.
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