rain blew in last night during
our slumber time,
unnoticed and unmanaged,
it flooded the minds of
the elderly to the point
they knew not who they were
in the morning light...
proposed changes were made
implemented and etched in
stone tablets like Moses...
living water ran down through
the streets of forgetfulness
blending past with present,
present with future, eliminating
speculative investing at
its very points of origin...
crusaders lined up around corners
beg for the days of old when
first knight had rights and
women were never scorned,
rain poured through holes
the heads could not fill in time,
short-circuited that thoughts
leaving desperation it its wake.
September 4, 2025
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