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Trans-formation
Formed in moments pieced together,
Held by threads, so loosely bound;
No-one plans the lonely sequence,
No-one claims the items found.
Still we go on, sometimes cursing
In our search for hidden prize;
Sometimes fall down, lying, hearing
Echoes only of our cries.
Each one thinks they’re all alone now,
Giving strangers merest glance;
Finding solace in a morsel
Dropped by partners in life’s dance.
Comes for some a strong sensation,
Slow for others; shadows slide.
Dawning light. Some now awaken:
Sense their loss, their dread, their pride.
Searching through forgotten caskets -
Seeds of hope spill in the night;
Trembling hands, with fingers stiffened,
Find inside the grains of light.
Walking out into the vastness
Past the seas of dreams long drowned;
Sensing space beyond horizon,
Fading stars; night’s shadowy ground.
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