weaving in space

nights and days roll over
tumble forward
like an avalanche accelerating down the mountain
our epic opus is orchestrated 
in never ending
 crescendo and decrescendo

sun rises and sun sets
I applaud wildly 
then bleed silent tears 
in the ebb and flow of so many years
inhale the fragrance – 
exhale the stench of decay

pray for salvation, seize the day
oh, by the way, there’s a price to pay

clutter, confusion, tax forms
name signed on the dotted line
penalty fees, late charges
day to day
 – dusk to dusk
 – dust to dust

postage and handling extra


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