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Jan 2016
Our world is filled with impermeable things,
your car will eventually break.
You will eventually grow older.
That is inevitable.
Death is inevitable, and so life is impermanent.
Our mind tricks us into believing that what lays before us will always be there.
Your friends who you trust and adore may not aways be your friends,
or if they are truly loyal,
they will one day die.
Your parents will wither with time
as the laws of nature steals those closest to you.
If our only savior is darkness,
than let sleep bring about a peaceful reality.
My class is reading Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson and a passage inspired this poem.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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