there comes a time
when
we all just rush past
hasty hand wave
hellogoodbyeseeyouneveragainbecause
we are lost
we are lost and unaware
of our deathly surroundings
i pick up a pen to let it do the talking
some semblance of life reforms
to trail me back home
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo