Eternal Evanescent

Cold and frozen from a time once moving,

placid in the array of darkness where I once

rippled in Time.

Here and from this space with 12 struck at hand,

I sense in the later view a concept of chaos

inherited to be mine.

Flight response cruel in echo's of dismay,

Warrant the extraction of misuse to navigate

the obtuse into a into a parallel state.

With passes past the last point of known truths,

Still in my presence and essence of response,

I let go the abstract to discover fate.

Poem by Kia Marie McCrary

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