there is
and
then there isn't.
an ephemeral specter
that glimmers
and then sparks
in the low, yet vibrant,
glow
of the mother moon.
cycling,
repeating,
rotating omnisciently.
what was
is
and then is gone.
what is dead
is
what the living need.
why is it
that
we reject the way?
what once was
becomes
what is now.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
there is
and
then there isn't.
an ephemeral specter
that glimmers
and then sparks
in the low, yet vibrant,
glow
of the mother moon.
cycling,
repeating,
rotating omnisciently.
what was
is
and then is gone.
what is dead
is
what the living need.
why is it
that
we reject the way?
what once was
becomes
what is now.
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