When Shadows,
Fall upon the
threshold as the strangely dim twilight appears to alter time, slowing amidst
recognition of beauty trapped in the moment, smile and know for certain that
the blanket of life’s misalignment is not misfortune, but a random no second
happens again so grasp it by the horns and wrestle that bull of a demon with a
vermilion red flag cloaked about your neck! Own every tick of the changing
clock, not for carpe diem, but for the survival of a smile…
In earnest anticipation of,
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