Moving On

Cold ground, grey skies,
raised pulse. How
yesterday came again,
crystallised in a moment
that prefers the bliss
of confident ignorance.
Behind, a voice trails
off into silent roar.
Oh great, he says,
as I move on.

moving-on

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