What cruelty these
Cosmos voice at us.

As context grimly waxes
And ecstacy wanes, the pain
Of not holding you now
Mounts like mounts
Corroding into sunshot dunes
Of expansive, golden deserts.

By recognizing
I’ll one day hold you again.

The insurmounted be damned.

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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