WE NEVER KNEW OUR
DAYS WOULD TURN BACK
...Or at least no one ever told us
it was true - the pests of lies and
truths and learning and rules that
held us in check just kept holding.
The '64 Chevy, lost in the weeds,
remained silent too. The world was
a mute tenor, still trying to hold a
note. John Glenn in his capsule, to
struggle through lower space had a
mission. Well, maybe, we thought.
So did the dogs and the monkeys
too - sent like sentinels to make
their high arc aloft and come home
dead. Time stops then? In its most
high position? Is it that just a
rumor as well?
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