We extrapolate darkness
as if somehow we can trace
a way past the next horizon
with the sun always setting
perpetually on the edge
of our small redemptions.
While no confession’s
enough to encompass
the ease of complicity,
there is no life without guilt,
no guilt without awareness:
the sparrow will always fall,
as once will we all in time
simultaneously with the sun.
(September 4, 2026)
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