premonitions

And when the bridges burn to dust
The charred remains plunging the river
Into deep murky blackness
Everything will fall apart
And everything will become clear
The memories will settle into the spaces
Between what I have become and what
I ought to be
Disjointed thoughts
Unclear visions
Blatant fixations

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