Resolve comes and sits coldly upon one's chest.Inevitable. Sad nonetheless.
The cathedrals were pinnacles of the ecstasies
Breaths both day and night in thought of you
What could have. What was never.
Yet below the lofts of those countless towers rests
the city. Its brightly colored squares and decorated streets.
I saw daylight dance upon deep red sakura, happily shifting in the ocean's breeze.
The trills of children and joyous animals in play.
Lovers holding hands in quiet contemplation
Holding not only hands but breath and hope
A quantum of surrender.
A city held in a moment suspended in quiet joy.
Expressed to unrelenting stone
Unrecognized to me now.
Ruins far too friendly a word
Even smoke dissipates.
Cruel dispassion, mechanistic precision
Razed it well.
The only lofty throes are the shadows reaching skyward
Over the dark gloss of nothing.
I lament it. And nothing can be remembered for nothing ever was.
As you say.
A red fissure split the sky.
No screams at was inevitable.
The towers fell, the city crumpled
Like paper
The memories lost
And must shuffle be.
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