Burning power in the sky.
granting life to one,
do you feel you are waning?
Our existence subsisted
by your dying.
Surface pulsing,
rocking the cosmos,
tipping the delicate
balance you created
with warm hands.
Now, in the throes of death,
do the pebbles tremble.
Do you know this is the end?
Or, for you, is this
just a reincarnation?
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
