When the day is done,
when we rest our weary bones
& turn off the phone,
we should steep praises
upon the creation
& chalk up
another day
for our humanity.
And we must remember,
these small reprieves
are but one day closer
to that cloaked skeletal-figure
& that's some consolation
to protect us
from our vanity.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
When the day is done,
when we rest our weary bones
& turn off the phone,
we should steep praises
upon the creation
& chalk up
another day
for our humanity.
And we must remember,
these small reprieves
are but one day closer
to that cloaked skeletal-figure
& that's some consolation
to protect us
from our vanity.
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