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-March 21, 2023

It didn’t go has how
I had hoped. Time
that would’ve been
better spent
on a different script.
A history that’s been nulled.
Notified, though
shown to have
already been known,
so it goes. A moment
born but then worn.
A single thread
it then rips.
A candle was lit,
yet from a single slit,
a brief gust,
a burst emits,
a flicker followed
by a puff. The smoke
dissipates until
it’s no more
and so the moment
has left.