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43 lines
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ZIRCON'S BEACON
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2023-01-01
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***
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before, in your grief, you sigh with a tear
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"it would be better for everyone if I disappeared"
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just remember every person who's ever held you dear
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with faces erased and memories decayed
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who recall your actions if not your own name:
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"She brightened, even if only for a moment, my days."
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but these last six months, you've in bed languished
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as all the things you counted on from you slipped:
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the promise of employment, the hope of safety,
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the Outside-bound ticket messless and pain-free
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you jumped from the cliff as exhorted last Oracle
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and unfurled your wings to catch all the wind you could hold
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but while has deepened the bond with your wife
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this is not true flight but only slow glide
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gradual realization that in life you lost
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while the destination grows anything but soft:
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the climate beats harsher, economy bereft,
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hordes at the gates demanding your own death
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wings too weak to your body elevate
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but is there strength to turn elsewhere you'll less hate?
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one of these days you'll be free again
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can you find a way to survive until then?
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I hold this zircon gem up to the sky
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in hopes it'll catch the fading sunset light
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and scatter to fire, diamond-like rainbow:
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my beacon follow to know where to go
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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