A Periphery Lived – Asher Brautigam

I remember a time

A time of blankets lightly scraping

Death like children awake

To the bloom of a sunset

And to the visage of future

But only in periphery

“Oh that will greet us one day”

Those children spoke

“That’s so far down the line”

Fathers know the future of sons

They need not dream of what’s to come

It meets them in the morning

To sleep deprived skeletons

Under it all is a stress so great

A tension pulling one to countdown his time left

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