A poetic heart ripped apart
finds nothing but ashes
and remnants of pasts
and ghosts of what it once was…

until death breathes life into being
reminds us of all things unseen
that are easier to see
than what takes form.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
What we think is the norm
is so temporary.

Life so fragile
death so certain
afterlife guaranteed.

What you will make out of what is real?
What will you shape it to be?

In this eye-blink of life
Forget struggle and strife!


Before your river returns
to the endless, unchanging,
formless and timeless

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