a thousand days
without face or reflection
sense of self diminished
We walk the hours that make up our lives. Talk to the minutes - the hand, the dial, the markers of time. Capture the seconds, stored for days, labeled eternity.
Time, past summer
is measured in the flight
of the butterfly, so free
We take the path that leads us home. Talk to the trees - the leaves, the flowers, the gifts of the seasons. Capture the fruits, ripened and sweet, labeled health.
seasons, past chapters
measured by flight of stairs,
We face the reflection that shows us truth. Talk to the man in the mirror - the eyes, the lies, the carefully painted image. Capture the truth, staring back accusingly, labeled proper.
to live is to be thrust into the sunlight, crying -
and to leave in the glow of moonlight, sleeping.
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