Fleeting
poem by:
John Prophet
Written
on Dec 18, 2019
Like a breath. It comes then it goes. A blink. In a blink. What was young turns old. What was old turns ancient. Irrelevance, pure irrelevance. In a breath, irrelevant. Fleeting sparks. Sparks in the dark. Barely there. Barely there at all! Echos, ripples in the dark. In the void. Eons pass. All forgotten. Deep time devours all, leaving nothing. Nothing at all.
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