The world begins again –
strains against the bit of the past
clenching blind fists towards the unknown
hitting at the blue sky as in a dream.

It is the horror of harrowing flight
into steel and concrete
before falling in fire
curling in sickening ash billows.
We stumble out of gloom into a dim light
that beckons if still it is not bright.

We were slit by wings of darkness and fell
exploding in fear driven flames
smoldering in the black smoke of anger.

They are gone.

We remain.

Flay we each other in words
forgetting in ignorant blame who died that day.
We did.   That day.

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Portland, Oregon – September 12, 2017