Sunday Sundries

10/20/2024 the changing landscapes

CAPTIVATED BY HOW SOME OF THE SHADOW WAS MORE TRANSPARENT — HE BEGAN SENDING SIGNALS TO HIS FUTURE SELF

2 YEARS IN A ROW — HIS BODY BETRAYED HIM — UNABLE TO HELP — HE MARVELED AT THE WILD LATE SEASON SNAP DRAGON

THE LEG WAS BETTER WHILE WE GAVE INTO THE BEAUTY — THE NEXT DAY CURSED UNEVEN STONES

Future Reflects On The Past
Con/Jur/d, 10/20/2024

weird, we say, how this now
sees from the same center
the us then, saw from, and

yet

we expected to be completely
different, to have happiness

joy

ecstasy met  at some future 
date, and all the stories have
changed, died, withered by

illusions

of effort, carried by the great
rolling death machine of capital
privilege, personal responsibility

we

still blame old untrustworthy 
narrators, effectively killed in
previous acts, or the future

leavings 

of imagined avatars, for our
discomfort navigating
changing landscape, yet

here

these uneven rocks 
inconsistent twilights, 
betrayals of weather, or
the empire's promise 
of murder have been

your

constant companions, never 
letting you down, or caring
about well crafted self

hate

we remember the time 
mountains mocked us
decrying our complaints
the absolute reality of their

silence.

BOOKEND

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Con/Jur/d, 10/20/2024