thrice upon a time

Walking among the archives,

Pulling dusty boxes down; all cobwebs and corners

Seeking solace in memory

While writing for an uncertain future

In no uncertain terms

It arrives like a freight train

Fully loaded and

Full of surprises

Like that one headlight

That I swore was

The bright light of God.

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