‘Early Morning Dusky Haze And All Life Left To Be’ by Andrew Bradford

There remains a Wedge into this World

Not close enough to be sighted or beheld

Quite early on we have been Witnesses to the Truth of All

Late one evening you may have perhaps known

That the truest Marvels of our Great Experience

Are lost among the haze of damning Dusk as it cruelly condemns

Snug in the shared conspiracy of our own mutual malaise

We are attempting to awaken so slowly at each Daydawn

Until Mysteries are shown to be but creeping fog

If the people of our own contentment among the lives we exist into

Might anxiously grow dim, might fade, might burn as Gossamer

The frozen questions asked so fervently could be told aloud for airing

Somewhere East of a Cheated moment we shall maybe behold

Content in a day of Reckoning we never wanted to create

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