once upon

decisions come
decisions go
moons waxing and waning
shooting stars
lost in galaxies unknown
slipping silently 
into black holes
of my own making

but if we could but see
beyond things temporal
how our word here
a thought there
plays out on a cosmic scale
anothers loss
our gain
anothers hope
our fear
anothers dream
our reality
their darkness
our light
their words
our curse
their freedom
our captivity

but it will not do
to dwell on such things here
for light can be dimmed
by a mere spoken word
hearts broken 
by a look
your history
told to another in the touch
of your hand
traverse this place lightly
and be of good cheer
for the future
is not yet
beheld

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