A poem for you from Friends & Consequences.
I can see the glossy, black date on the Timeline
as some kind of Tag on an urban skyline,
the razor-edged text, ominous but true.
Why does the Moment fail, make the sun quickly pale,
and stage some Drama of the hurtin’kind,
while the ghost-face chorus, sings so true?
These moments remind me,
These moments define me.
Though statements get made,
Here on this world
Change is the only Truth.
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