Standing amongst the uncertain
As history falls around my inventions
Reverberating into the ground
A violent collision of good intentions
The aches and joys of this moment
Fall down, messy and infallible
No clear line may be drawn
History is an idea rendered irrational
Submitted to Weekend Writing Prompt #377 – Reverberate and inspired (and paraphrased) by the Red Hand Files #296
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