May your day be ripe and important

If nostalgia were a religion,

I would pin myself as the purported atheist;
fighting in the dim lit chambers where
they worshiped air whose
feelings never roused questions. .
But This Is Such Vile Lies.

Because I know we are

waiting unfazed and ubiquitously
hanging by the smell
of the famished air
that once bruised our breath.

Eric T.White

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