exoneration
Thomas hadn't expected to be alive
when the town's time capsule was opened
but moments had piled up like snowdrifts
covering secrets that had been forgotten
when the town's time capsule was opened
discovered beneath the founder’s statue
covering secrets that had been forgotten
through diligence and death
discovered beneath the founder’s statue
were the bones of scandals buried
through diligence and death
and slow ticking of generations
were the bones of scandals buried
underneath cenotaphs of victims
and slow ticking of generations
a tiny taste of vindication
underneath cenotaphs of victims
but moments had piled up like snowdrifts
a tiny taste of vindication
Thomas hadn't expected to be alive
twilight
there are waves crashing on rocky shores
sunset sinks beneath a western horizon
as stars begin to twinkle in sapphire skies
while spirits float away on gentle zephyrs
sunset sinks beneath a western horizon
tide pool lives alter from tides coming in
while spirits float away on gentle zephyrs
as trapped moments drift out of the way
tide pool lives alter from incoming tides
unbound and freed of chained purpose
as trapped moments drift out of the way
drawn down into that infinite abyss
unbound and freed of chained purpose
the watcher now waits upon the border
drawn down into that infinite abyss
concentrated in Stygian misgivings
the watcher now waits upon the border
as stars begin to twinkle in sapphire skies
concentrated in Stygian misgivings
there are waves crashing on rocky shores
lingering
in the lonely moments before dawn
all my ghosts come to me whispering
telling tales they’ve told me before
that I’ve gathered up into verse
all my ghosts come to me whispering
reminding me of foolish deeds
that I’ve gathered up into verse
that I’ve painted into starry nights
reminding me of foolish deeds
lost to everyone but the specters
that I’ve painted into starry nights
that hide all behind halos of pain
lost to everyone but the specters
hiding behind their phantom fingers
that hide all behind halos of pain
still they cling onto me
hiding behind their phantom fingers
telling tales they’ve told me before
still they cling onto me
in the lonely moments before dawn
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