ephemeral
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What if all we are,
Is the product of a dream?
Some slumbering mind ranging far,
Projecting us from the stream,
Of thought and delight
As it passes through the night?
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk?
Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were
Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Is it not interesting, the way a single daisy grows through a crack in the sidewalk?
Layer upon layer of cement and sweat and exertion were
Smoothed into place there and were never meant to be disturbed my man’s efforts.
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies
Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp,
Descending into bitter winds that rasp
Against the feathers of a night who flies
Faster than silence born of memories
