If only there was a vine
with leaves as footholds
to climb up to the very sun
and dim it's light a little bit,
would things in our universe
be any different?
Tuesday, 12 December 2017
The end
It's done,
the betrayal was short,
but it stretched the hours
into a universe of eternity.
Pacing brought to a halt,
mulling brought to a stop,
sunshine cease,
breathing crumple into a spitball.
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