In the vacuum of the vampire's daylight,
we don't suffer the same change or remission.
It's just the carrying on of carrying on
whether weather betrays us or scars
enable us to evade what we're really made of.
We're not long for here. But we belong here.
When the roses no longer open in a time-lapse
flurry suggesting that's how the universe works,
we understand our plans aren't the same as
the demands of the systems we've arranged
for ourselves. Evolution never had that in mind.
We're not long for here, as long as we're belonging
somewhere.
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