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verdict etched
in the static of stars
We are fossils
in the making
Can’t be saved
already damned
kneeling
at the edge of a cliff
waiting to worship the fall
Can’t let go
by holding on
g r a c e . .
a language
that time's forgot
leaving only the hum
of our own flawed pulse
a p a r a d o x . .
throbs
like a second heart
cradling the ashes
of bridges burned
mistaking smoke for compass ~
Release the ghost
we refuse to name
breathing in
every unspoken stay
Delusional Optimism ~
like a firefly
in a glass jar
l i g h t s t h e w a y . !
blinking its morse code
Maybe next year~
Maybe if you run faster~
Maybe if you love harder~
We chart constellations
in its dying light
call the flicker ~ flame
the dark ~ insight
But the glass
fogs with our breath
as the wings grow still ~
What remains
when the jar shatters . ?
When the cliff crumbles . ?
and the ashes scatter
into the throat of the sea . ?
Only the raw geometry of now ~
no sin
no story
no saviour
just the sky
vast and vacant
mirroring
the hollow we fear to fill
Here at last
we unmake the myth
damnation
was never the end
but the echo of our own
E n d l e s s A l m o s t . .
© mingoáo
