We took that picture, I was sure of it
long before the days that try our soul and spirit.
I found it lost in another sea, and all my certainty dies.
Like sacrifices on altars, canaries in coal mines.
We closed the door on another bad day,
Set the hammer down upon a shattered anvil and broken stone.
Like patient ghosts, we stood in the ash and fire's sway
Eyeless and insightful about our sun bleached bones.
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