A Hegemonic Fear

Who stole the light from your eyes?

I would say don't give me that face

But I know there must be a reason for it


A reason I cannot solve

Nor stop,

Nor save


Do you still see the light at least?

Or the colors of the wind?


A storm came through,

And passed



Me, and



And our numbered pasts


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