Unmerciful Merge

Shadows.
Dulled and regretting ever having come to.
The ghost of almost-present
Dwindling in the almost-surreal.
A commission of lost prophecies
Birthed into afterglow;
Killed in the circular invisible –
Indivisible yet forgotten.
Do your daydreams serve as hopeful reminders
Or scarecrows with bloodshot eyes?
A tension between the tempered steel
Stolen from underwater fears…

Stable.
Pallid.
Stale.

A constellation of dead stars.

You close your eyes in one more admirable attempt
To go back.

To stay.

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