The bitter bite of hubris during mid-life twilight. Conversations with myself while my pulse is thinned by imaginary opiates. Slow realization perforates my consciousness. The illumination of children staring at their blood-covered knees. But the pain never lasts long enough to teach. The arrogance of hypertailored reality creeps back into the gaps in the marrow. Sunshine nightmares constructed on the forgotten-- rejected-- wisdom of our forebears.

4:28 p.m. - 2021-05-20