We won’t understand.
We cannot comprehend.
It’s almost charming.

Almost.

We dance around in circles trying to make our points.
Regardless of efforts, we’re stuck at a stand still.
Placid in our grief, numb to the touch of winter.

At the basis of it all, the very beginning started with a thought of us.

That is all we need to know.

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