PAD/018 – the sense of togetherness. That sense of hope.

My real name is submerged
laid down layer upon layer,
year upon year.

Yesterday my name was hushed
Like a dark memory hidden from view.

Today my name will be honour
as torch-beam tight recognition begins.

Secretly, I know my name is a subtle ripple
of time passing, making strange the familiar.

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