ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Old Cup |
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I broke a cup today
an old cup I’ve been keeping
from halcyon days spent
with whilom lover
in house taken by fire
banished from memory
I had that time
like so much else
we let go. cannot hold fast
for our world is designed
to continuously fall away
leaving us bare
so we may be refilled
we hoard in trepidation
of losing who we are
as if our past somehow
defined us, as if that definition
were were all we had
failing to understand
we are undefinable, indescribable
an enigma to our very own selves
we suffer loss
instead of embracing it
look in the mirror aghast
at the evidence of age
wishing we could live forever
but we do
for eternity lives in a moment
this very moment
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