For The Sunday Muse Prompt #186:
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Before you call me by this name
and shrink the sum of all my days
down to this facade, this still-life
of sepia pixels flickering like daylight
disappearing before the force of dusk;
Before you place the burdens of
history around my neck, till
it begins to break beneath the weight
of expectation, you must know
that this name is one of a myriad,
each bequeathed by the ones
who came before, a prayer
that we might see, the small lights
in our being.
A Geek's Life 
Awesome composition. The past is heavily hung the future dares to see the light at the end if the tunnel
Happy Sunday AJ
Much💛love
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I’ll join you in that prayer.
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“this name is one of a myriad,
each bequeathed by the ones
who came before, a prayer” – wow!
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Powerful and beautiful! I love this AJJ and I too join in that prayer.
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“Before you call me by this name
and shrink the sum of my being” … This moves me.
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I feel the strength of “the ones that came before”, who were weighted down with expectation – my generation being one of them – till they/we stood up and shook it off. I love the wish ” that we might see the small lights in our being”……….very cool.
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Scary stuff, AJ, “you must know that this name is one
of a myriad.” I’ve used several myself during my long years.
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The small lights in our being ~ a breathtaking collection of words. Your poem is deep and quite lovely.
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“you must know
that this name is one of a myriad,
each bequeathed by the ones
who came before, a prayer
that we might see, the small lights
in our being.”
Exquisite writing, AJ!
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