Now I Know

This will change everything.

My hand bleeds and has long cramped.

Let’s set this fire together before it can last.

At the end, at the very end,

The smallest of things, woefully forgotten.

If we were on trial; if this was a stage.

If that was the spotlight; if we could only.

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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