Heavy accumulations
You imagine the past
in the present you can’t
guess what happened
to those you know lost
to the folds of time
in vain you hope they had
more glorious lives
than a grind
like the coffee they drank
all the way to the bank
in god they trust
while their hearts
can’t thank
that cowardice
that safety
that tricked them
from ever moving towards anything
they ever really loved
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