Seperation

Neither Bifröst nor Babel will ever best
the ancient division of parent, child
and the years that lay unseen, but still felt,
growing between them until the day comes that
they are not parent and child, but instead
blurred faces that were once clearer than day
and a shadowed hole that once was called home.

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