Marcus Nunnally

Rookie (12/28/1977 / Richmond, VA)

'Beginning'

When you wake from a dream, which has seemed your reality,
your eyes blinded by a gleam, from a long and distant galaxy.
You recall it as close, much as a friend,
so lost in this cloud, without beginning or end.

Though time ticked by, yet seemed a mere night,
how did we manage to stray from the light?
Said the grass may be greener on that side of the fence,
& knowing no better, I followed them hence.

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