transience
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Kneel down
On the ground
Lift the earth
Sift it
Through your hands
They're desert sands
Insecure ashes
Shimmering under rays
Stand up
Stand tall
How can you not be here
When your bites marks still
Embedded lay, solid in my arm?
I fear that you like them will fade
And will not scar in substance.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work
Area on top my desk. It was red,
And I thought it would be a nice small quirk,
To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Tossed out of the ocean
I’m gasping
God take me back
This agony is everlasting g
Deaths cold fingertips
Tantalize and twist