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of all such moments

The struggle grows from the ripening of wounds unattended
bitter are the fruits, the seed designed to travel
on the passage of those only affected by their proximity to pain
as a stars light emanates outward from within
our deaths coalesce in the surrounding darkness
receding at the rate of lights procession
forever dancing through fields of vacuous play
across the land of make-believe miracles
our fingers grasping at the span between
in disbelief of the vacancy of time

in this hour, this moment unfurling
in union with the culmination and indiscrimination of life and death
all such moments
resigning a separation from what has never been
bouncing through bounded words
forever in want of opposition
to ensure the existence of the whole
and the unknown undefined by bridges to nowhere
all such moments are disclosed