Tomorrow's Chord

January 5, 2025

If the past is not alive in you

the future will be dead

Sparrows turn to flee the dawn

with yesterday unfed

Once memory breaks the golden chain

foundations lay unpoured

And silence breeds the only sound

— to play tomorrow’s chord

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

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