Presently Late

I can’t fathom the source of this wave
No memory of its origin
Never have I uttered a word to her
Yet her words came to me posthumously
It is wonder and mystery wrapped in tragedy
Seeking answers I unearthed questions
Looking for information I found emotion
Like a gnostic gospel
I was given pieces to a puzzle
But not enough to complete the picture

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