Time
Not Quite A sonnet
Which or whom came first in all the every
things like eggs and chicks and stuff and dust and
When did people start to feel so empty
sensing life is running away like sand
A notion in a dream once showed it’s self
And asked what if the stuff of life could be
undone like all the letters on a shelf
Just swept away and we like birds were free
to fly with songs upon our newborn wings
and carry twigs like words away to make
Some other worldly home where sadness brings
Its bags upon its weary back to break
the cycle of destruction so to bring
A steady state of joy where birds can sing.
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