Apr 2014
You are the tip of the arrow;
The point of spear
Flung across 13,8 billion years of
Growth and swirling
Relief in death.
Painful birth.
Lives ended, begun and not,
That rests for now
In the chest
Of Present.
Be proud, little one.
All that is is in your honour.
The point of spear
Flung across 13,8 billion years of
Growth and swirling
Relief in death.
Painful birth.
Lives ended, begun and not,
That rests for now
In the chest
Of Present.
Be proud, little one.
All that is is in your honour.
