Through Lines

hard to imagine the through line
thinking of the night
without considering the sunrise

here in this wasteland
where even the roads have lost their definition
the path through is plain
taking steps I’ve taken
walking paths I’ve crossed
and in the harsh winds
driven with snow and sleet
I see similarities

places that smiled to me in summer
have braced for the worst
shuttering their eyes against the fierce anguish
of some cold they’ve somehow forgotten
over and over again

into the heart of the storm

and we aren’t lost here
though the lights hang low
we’ve just become unfamiliar
with our night-drenched surroundings

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