Poem: The dawning

The dawning

Sensations gone, and yet to come

all lost and found

built in our own creation

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the night’s transgressions

yesterday’s regression

to decay

released in sparks

today

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unheeding where

we’re headed

slowly we’re forgetting

everything we dreaded

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dreaming seems no longer

a nostalgia

now we’re who we are

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our shackles being broken

by the morning

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but didn’t we always know

the dark would die

with the dawning?

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