this is a poem i wrote
in the water it would not float
in the air it would not fly
in the rain it would not stay dry
in it i confess
my pathetic helplessness
swallowed without a trace
by a void without a face
words may be blessings or curses
in expanding universes
they may be slow or fast
but never last
o bubbles in the stream!
o disappearing dream!
one last moment i beg of you
one last word - or maybe two -
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