poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Old Cup
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 4 V 2019
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