Nicholas Olah / Waking

            “What’s lost is gone and buried deep;
                        take heart and let it be”
— Mumford & Sons



After midnight, the moon shines 
a light on what is right 
and wrong. 

It asks:

            How long do you fail to find a pulse 
            before declaring it all dead? 

            How long do you scour the ruins 
            for a take-home lesson,
            a souvenir to remember the good? 
                        (there is always good)

The answer comes back in a whisper: 

                                   forgive me, please forgive me—

                                               I am slowly waking up. 

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