February 3, 2022

We create our own wakes

Often oblivious to the patterns

Or directions of the ripples

As they end up somewhere other

Than where we look.

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We create our own wakes,

Shapeless forms conjured up,

Poltergeists leaving destructions

As they swallow up remains

Left while we slumber.

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We create our own wakes,

Panegyrics written while we wail

Through our worst days,

Tributes in sacrifice told

As our spirit's snuffed out.

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What I hope I create

With my trifling little wake:

A true attempt to make

The world a better place.