The Stories We Tell

Who built this myth, lost in whoever happens to be, the darkness whispering to say something important, silent statues with hands over head outlining an idea, my tongue does not write the sentiment fumbling before hungry mouths, their wanting fervor before this box, but they gave us their change, what could we do, we were afraid, there was nothing I could explain, miracles only lasting so long, falling out of the sky and dancing around us, we made a pact to celebrate, building something to abandon, the time has come for our withdrawal, as the train whistle fades into evening.

– Josh Fleming

Inspired by words written by Robert Lee Brewer in: Solving The World’s Problems, word re-arranged for a remix challenge submitted to the author at:


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