How it was

Maybe you counted on my sense of duty
To fill in your dreams
Or thought that in the end
All things would come around
To what you found obvious

To me, it was a shabby storefront
Cheap gilding framed the doorways
Loudspeakers blared assumptions
Crackling, as if through faulty wiring,
Or being consumed by fire

Sooner or later, I thought,
Collapse will come
My choices: cower, embrace the rubble,

Or leap free

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