Where is this? I do not know,
just that i must have been there
the only value of this blurry photograph,
a note from the past, a note from
the person i was,
the person i must now forgive,
what a legacy of guilt you have
left, rocks in the shadow, stones in the light
built up like
walls, bone the center
each echo a voice fossilized in each brick
the mortar groaning in the bright morning
laughing at the absurd notion that this light
is the same
as yesterdays light, and that all our yesterday are
built up strong as walls, as small as dust.
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