Tumble

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I stand,
the precipice waiting,
reach for hands
that aren’t there,
and watch the disaster collapse.

I dream
with eyes open,
and the memories beckon,
scream out to be remembered,
recovered from this loss,
this canyon of murky stasis.

I watch
as these broken dreams
fall off the edges
of our broken past
and tumble through gray air
clutching at clouds
of futures only lived
in our minds.

~Patience

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