There are always those who came before.
Surviving at least until
what happens next. Tomorrow’s destiny
determines today provided you permit
your soul to listen with the wisdom of the ancients.
We seek solid footing in a world of
unstoppable momentum. Attempting to
overcome memories that somehow still
provide the twitch in the pull of our trigger.
We see patterns and rhythms,
doomed by our own infinite recursion.
Worried to weakness about what happens next.
R. M. Dolin, 2015
