Aim for the eyes

At Twilight’s End,
The shadows crossed,
A new World birthed,
The Elder lost.

Yet on the Morn we wake to find
That Mem’ry left so far behind.
To deafened ears we ask, unseen,

"Which is life, and which the dream?"

by Aaron Diaz
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