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impermanence.


[today]May 20th, 2007 5:07:18 am - Subscribe

I woke up to
the screaming of families;
I woke up feeling
my skin dissolve -

and I don't know where
my dreams run to;
in the light, where
all is revealed.

but it's real:
I looked on as
worlds were torn down
beneath fiery skies.

and all that I struggle for
can be lost in a moment
and all of my passion
could not save me.

there is no
reasoning with fate
or with a bullet,
or a blade.

any minute I could
wake up with
life collapsing upon me -
or nothing left at all.

so hold on to me.
hold me here; now -
one life or one love;
don't let it go.

I don't want to be alone.

[I am]struggling.
[inspiration]my difficulty coming to terms with my own mortality; with the impermanence of love and of life.

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