I know
history never happened
I was never here
those brave souls never left their beds
one man never stood up,
one man never prayed,
no one dropped a bomb
there is no connection
there is no direction
The thoughts I dare not think
haunting me
catching in my throat, swirling my my mouth
inhabiting my waking dreams
they persist, and indulge in the logic left behind by staunch men and suits
If there is no God, then who I am.
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