moving on

dark cold nights,

dark dead days,

impossible dreams,

impossible ways;

sometimes this life

gets it right,

despite great efforts

put forth,

to do

otherwise;

hard to believe,

amidst all this

ugliness and waste,

such tremendous

capacity for

beauty and grace;

you are nothing

but a mirror,

reflecting back

all the images

they desire

to see;

in the end,

you forget,

you move on,

just like

it has always been,

just like

the world

has done

for centuries,

because forgetting

and moving on;

is all part

of the game.

.

.