caving to time
like dust on rocky shores
are our intentions just
burgeoning prospects of our demise
is every step forward
a step toward the nothing that awaits us
can our atoms really crumble
like they never were
as we fade mindlessly toward non-life
and forget that we were once alive
will any smile
any moment
matter
when on our shoulders we carry age and
the prospect of a trapped eternity
screaming, yelling
pleading higher forces for mercy
what print will i bind to the earth
what footstep will stay
unwashed away
by the pendular tide
no
we were here
once
but each minute
pulls us away
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