hope did you say?
these are the times when hope is impotent
hope the frayed rope on the suspension bridge
the crumbling rock under the stanchion
hope has always birthed tomorrow
begat the circumvention of censure
in this world we grow accustomed
to life and death and the grain of hope
that is the resurrection of mystery
but now the very world is dying
unable to house any form of life
that we would recognise as such
can the algorithm of eons
offer any light at the end of nothing’s darkness
oh yes
hope can be as many things as you want
place them on the rifle stall at the fare
and watch them shattered
kintsugi my be fired in this furnace
but the cup of hope is spilled
if we can live our lives in the knowledge of certain death
then whichever way it comes
even through the demise of our planet home
the evolution of the hope that sustained us
will gently close every eye
even unto the last
when hope itself succumbs
sing me song of hope
i will hum along
quick now my friend
for the quick and the dead
are already lost in the mists
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