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A silhouette of a woman stands with her back to the viewer, her flowing dress made of vibrant film frames, set against a dramatic sky. Waves of light and clouds create a surreal, dreamlike scene.
Standing at the horizon of an unknown nightfall
My life’s companion, once taken for granted,
was seized in the silence after the curtain call.
What rises tomorrow will be called “sun”;
they will spin it hour by hour, polishing the lie,
while clarity refuses to shine or reflect,
an engineered glare designed to blind and deflect.
How long can the comfort of memory sustain?
My film is burning, frame by frame.
Their aim is forgetting … they play a methodical game.
How do you stop the rewiring of every mind?
Then I remember…
The sun is still there beyond the haze.
Elsewhere, there are scribes in sunlit days,
recording stories of this time, this place,
bearing witness so our history won’t be erased.
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