You, Me, and Poetry

You, Me, and Poetry.

       We three different entities,

             One Metaphorical, one in the past, and one right here and right now.

                                            Time

It connects us all like the sodium chloride inside a grain of salt.

If time is a lie, then so are

You, Me, and Poetry.

       We three different entities,

              With enough contempt to drop you to your knees.

                                           Existence

It connects us all as we wait on War, Death, Famine, and Pestilence.

If existence is a lie, then so is time. So are

You, Me, and Poetry.

       Are we really different entities,

              Focused on the future, with eyes unveiled.

                            How can we truly be destined to fail?

                                           Creation.

We created existence, time, and the act of making. 

It flows from our bosom like florets of milk for a child,

If creation is a lie, then who is really in denial,

You , Me, and Poetry.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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