Last night we broke the threshold
and peeked through the crack in the door.
This morning we felt the new mold
as it slowly built up on the floor.
Last night we laughed like gods on fire,
every single object was there for the taking.
This morning we shade ourselves from the pyre
knowing all the kind words were just sycophants faking.
Last night our lives were sworn away by credo & by word.
We knew absolutely everything; the only way was all the way.
This morning, though, all vision is doubt, everyone is blurred,
and we know damn well we don't know shit, except fear of a new day.
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