We are going
To die and
That makes us
The lucky ones
In the teeth
Of these
Stupefying
Odds, it is
You and I
In our
Ordinariness
That are here
The needle won't
Reach the record
And that's ok
We reach for
What to say
As the silence
Grows too strong
Yet nothing ever
Remains within
Forever is
Far too long
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 10:34 AM UTC
We are going
To die and
That makes us
The lucky ones
In the teeth
Of these
Stupefying
Odds, it is
You and I
In our
Ordinariness
That are here
The needle won't
Reach the record
And that's ok
We reach for
What to say
As the silence
Grows too strong
Yet nothing ever
Remains within
Forever is
Far too long
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