FOSSILS
We’ll all be fossils soon.
Maybe before another new-
moon.
Before too-long & very-soon.
Surely at our approaching
doom.
We’ll leave narrow-rooms.
To enter even narrower-
tombs.
Eternal dark & quiet await.
It’s a dalliance that we just
can’t shake nor even can fake.
At all those weepy-wakes.
— Ray Laccetti
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
FOSSILS
We’ll all be fossils soon.
Maybe before another new-
moon.
Before too-long & very-soon.
Surely at our approaching
doom.
We’ll leave narrow-rooms.
To enter even narrower-
tombs.
Eternal dark & quiet await.
It’s a dalliance that we just
can’t shake nor even can fake.
At all those weepy-wakes.
— Ray Laccetti
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