When Are We Are
When are we are
Moments pin prick my existence
leaving reality parcelled in the seconds
Looking at myself from another place
and thinking I am twain
lost in not being me
Scooping grains of joy from
a foamed Knights sky
Reluctantly unlearning the lie
No god to hang my hat upon
and forever has come and gone
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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