| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Motions Uninterrupted Walking the Earth in all of these motions uninterrupted, I wonder if I have passed in and out of lifetimes, for I have certainly slipped between moments here and now, where existing means little more than star dust.... I wonder if the moon can fade from memory as soon as the sun spreads, seducing the sky, can I disappear as quickly if I just loosen my grip? I wonder if I'd only be a breath missed between laughter, blown away like a leaf on a deserted road, or would I linger for the next hundred years on the tip of your tongue? I wonder whether my purpose was smeared across the canvas of life by a painter impassioned or indifferent? And if I remembered two days from now, seeing you a thousand years ago would the moment carry enough weight to dig a heavy grave for my cells, weary and worn down by fear? Walking the Earth in all these motions uninterrupted, I know I am not the first to question my place here. |
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