waxing blue

who is death?

no enemy of time, only consequence

a neutral effect of life

life affected by the nature of its being

i question death

as only life i know for certain

only where i am

only passage.

to trickle into watery thought

is to break the boundaries

of certainty

but who are we to know for certain?


joy, where have you gone?

my mind is too busy pretending to

be important...

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