life is fixed by Linda M. Crate

life spins backward
from the point of
origin from your
death which is as
certain as your birth —
just unknown by
human knowledge
which is limited
even in the most
wise words or
witty retorts, life
spirals backward
plunging us forward
into straights we much
rather avoid, sometimes,
but in the end are ways
we needed to take to
either grow or learn;
sometimes, both —
it’s a sojourn that
many take yet so few
take time to enjoy,
it has the brevity
of fog’s breath yet
many waste it chasing
after things that never
mattered anyway.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh my god, this is fuckin' brilliant!


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