how it came to pass

we are all
one to another
sutured to our pasts
that peak in our presents
suddenly
terrifying in their clarity

an unexpected glimpse
into a place long buried
in the sands of hours
days and time

passing, past
startlingly bright
like photographs in a dark room
blooming to life

sprouting questions
that need real answers
of why this is that
and that ain’t this
no more

and how it came to pass
that for three seconds at least
we became the exact copy of
our parents.

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