Anaphora

Gone, the cry of the nurtured

of minds led by divine grace.

 

Gone, the enlightened process of reason

the functions twisted by acquisition.

 

Gone, the free-spirited souls

fluttering under the canopied rooftops.

 

Gone, the righteous champions of the spotlight

crashing down to lay with the mortals.

 

All that remains; a footprint in the sand

Washed away by the rising tide.

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