For Adam Toledo

midnight has feasted
enveloping light, purpose
reason, an orphan

how can we move on from this?
we dwell in bizarro-world

a sun collapses
seeds scatter for their rebirth
from star’s violent end

an unarmed son falls again
and all perspective is lost

crestfallen shadow
specters of past vertigo
howls rendered speechless

rage, yielding to apathy
the kid was only thirteen

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I just don’t have it in me to do a prompt today. Too depressed.

We’ll try again tomorrow.