Prognoses Past
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Prognoses Past
David J Walker
What is left to be said of
Whose childhood lost
in past sunlit pastures
of false
memory
my ears ache
in the wake
of acid rocks
my heart breaks
for the sake
of mis-set clocks
colors I thought I knew
pronounce each hue
in a variant tone
in each case
I was wrong
but who was right
While prophets of the past
amend prognoses
that did not come to pass
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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