Pulling Threads

small as we are we shrink smaller still. sparrows in the shadows of eagles. pebbles in the depths of the ocean.

the straining threads begin to come apart. the waning lessons mostly forgotten. on the brink of tomorrow we are all children. vulnerable and uncertain. as the future collapses in on itself.

time whispers. a devious poet with endless pages to fill.

we snarl. dogs on short leashes. unaware of how we came to be owned.

we listen from inside our prisons as the future boasts freedoms we’ve never known.

the end closer than it’s ever been.

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