9/11

Not considering the past,

but remembering with tear-filled eyes.

There are things I must do to live,

Breathe, move, feed, fight, fuck.

Not too much has changed, and the Universe around me remains in flux.

What is it we look back on?

Our fear, our loss, our anger, our war?

“Do you remember where you were when…?”

Do you remember how the world was?

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