The weary light.
We keep our eyes
For something worth seeing:
The flowers. The murmur.
The little terrors of the evening.
We learn
The fear of courage.
The courage of fear.
It's late in our thoughts.
Inside us:
Questions
That don't remember the answers.
Answers
That don't remember the questions.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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