Those kids.
They coulda been jellyfish.
Their momma only wished that they’d be doctors to lawyers.
“But mommy dearest it’s not death I fear,
Not the finality of life which I realize will persist…
.
.
.
But the fact it extends and spins on, we breathe and exist.
To NOT perish_
_is
the little I cannot comprehend.
& how I once needed you to hold my hand
*~everywhere~*
Now all that separates us is pure poetry
and another worthless rhyme.”
Sun,
who has time for time?
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