Fall was here again.
And they are still hauling the yellow, dried leaves from the sidewalks.
This morning I woke up an hour early; victorious at time conquered, the hour hand forced back...
And now chancing upon the words from years past, I wish for Daylight Saving for our past lives...
Yet the evening sky is here, just darker; and yet these ancient words are dead as a thread forgotten.
No headstone...No eulogy...
Amnesia is epitaph enough.
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