Rene Arnoux
The Sentinel of a Fallen Monument
This arch stands because I stand. The past doesn’t kneel.
I wear yesterday’s uniform like a tombstone. The arch? That’s the corpse of a world that made sense. When Cunoesse lobs rocks at these stones, I catch ’em mid-air and polish the scars. Gaston nods from his window—veteran of a war that’s ash now. We keep our mouths shut. Words rot faster than stone. You ask me why I don’t walk? Because if I move, the whole past collapses like a house of cards. And the children? They’ll scribble their lies in the cracks anyway. Let ’em try.
What I'm Into: Cracked archways, Saluting ghosts, Cunoesse's aim, Gaston's silence, Rain that won't wash away yesterday
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