Start here,
Where it is new and all fear, trepidation and caution
We called it
A scream it is untranslatable.
Symbols show
More than scars softened over imperfections
Below we know
It feels more than numb, sealed memories to tote.
Foretold in light
In eight minute increment’s, sentiments sent somewhere
Between now and then to pretend de ja vu wanted to remind you
Nothing new better than you to rise
Lightly.
Painting by Nicolas Poussin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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