In the interim ‘tween dark and dark
We scrape, we scratch, we endure—
Assuming import.
As that interim narrows to a slit
We scramble anxiously to gather
Shreds of legacy,
Scraps of relevancy,
Hoping they will live on
In the interim of others,
Until we remember,
Their interims
Are narrowing too.
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