Nexus

A ragged old journal lays open on a wooden table. A fire is going, in the background.

The following entry uses the word prompt “Nexus” as inspiration.

And so we find ourselves here,
once again
at the nexus
back where it all began

And it all ended here,
once again
at the nexus
where hope and fear took flight
tore at the other’s feathers
to be the first to touch the sun

But the sun’s rays burned with righteous indignation
He cast them down from their great flight
their featherless bodies careening like a comet to Earth

And so we are,
and always will be,
here
once again
at the nexus
where bitterness and mirth domain

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