all we have
is a very. short. while.
like the brief glimmer:
(asteroid. atmosphere.)
a flame. a fizzle.
and then, gone.
so, love.
love.
-j
18 December, 2008
love. love.
Labels:
death,
life,
life purpose,
love,
poetry
15 December, 2008
Oceans.
I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing...Silence...Waves...
— Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?
- Juan Ramón Jiménez
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