The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Sunday, July 4, 2021

Reaching for love

You stand before the door
and knock
Nobody answers
You knock again
only the knock hangs
on the chilly air
And you knock harder and scream
Nobody answers
There's nobody inside
Only dead flowers
memories of a dream
A wilderness
where nothing will grow
And you turn away
But you've left your soul behind
And that can never leave

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