Who We Are

It’s the strangest thing. One day you
Wake to the sound of crickets in
December, and it hits you: this is
Life now. So you’ve found something to

Eat, somewhere to drink. One day you’ll
Overlook the details, but for now,
You sweat it. After all, be merry, right?
Tomorrow we lie? Tomorrow we fly

Through the crystalline shield and pass
Into the perpetual future. And to
Think, one day we ate and drank
And lived without a hint of

Who we
Are.

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