Subjunctive History
Remember October in the twilight
We'd comb our hair and stand on rooftops
Yelling our biggest secrets to the sky,
Keeping them trapped between the clouds
Then we'd huddle in the darkness
With sticky mouths and eager minds
Devouring the words of the great
With greedy eyes
And composing our works of backwards prose
I'd say: "here is a realm
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