Thursday, December 7, 2017

Marching on Roads of Bones

Nothing is worth anything except
As it’s happening, but anything
Is worth everything as it’s happening.

As it happens, we all march
On roads of bones, of limestone,
Memories, and metaphors,

Even those of us who don’t
Look down. What is happening
Is everything ever was
And everything we will lose,

But if it’s happening, know
Nothing has been lost
Because forever’s always
Happening as you read this.

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