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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