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We fear the body,
too well we understand
the slow attrition of the
passing years, we watch
the steady trickle of sand,
and listen to the tiny
cascades deep within our ears.
Just come upon a creature’s
Corpse beside the way, and
be reminded how rapidly soft
tissue surrenders to decay.
too well we understand
the slow attrition of the
passing years, we watch
the steady trickle of sand,
and listen to the tiny
cascades deep within our ears.
Just come upon a creature’s
Corpse beside the way, and
be reminded how rapidly soft
tissue surrenders to decay.
"In my end is my beginning"
© 2008 - 2024 AlecBell
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"we watch
the steady trickle of sand,
and listen to the tiny
cascades deep within our ears."
You've put a certain rush into your words that beats through me, daily.
I'm smitten with this poem.
the steady trickle of sand,
and listen to the tiny
cascades deep within our ears."
You've put a certain rush into your words that beats through me, daily.
I'm smitten with this poem.