Things

The endlessly dead are timeless
In their uncomplicated ways and you,
You smooth out the edges of living,
Think the unsayable,
You don’t feel the limitless,
It circles around you, hovering
Like a dark cloud that will be
Bursting soon and still,
You don’t feel it.
So you look around at the lovely things
And their permanency
Because they’re not going anywhere
And even if their staying power failed
They will always be
Replaceable.

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