Poetry ~ The Valley of Fallen Towers

Seeing the valley of fallen towers.
I’ve committed myself to spirit.
Keep movement, live moments, never give in.

This morning, could be the first moment of the last intake.

I fear no demons outward or inward.
I remind even when all seems lost.

I have this day.
I have life.
I have I.

As I walk, I need not be reminded…
No loss of memory occurs in this valley.
It’s memory seared concrete, diamond, and steel.
Time to steal away transportation.

Better memories ahead; happier journeys on the horizon.

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