Sunday, August 27, 2017

Kit Kelen #603 - point vanishing

point vanishing

life's a flash
and then you're ash

you don't see me when I disappear

I could have decided to be someone once
but there really isn't a moment for that

every name slips from the thing it was

it's all in tomorrow not coming – I'm here
it's already happened

the poem turns into news

like a meteorite so called
because struck

there isn't the moment to say

it's like these words you won't remember

wake up one morning
and you're the dinosaur
and not in the room anymore

ash or under earth
last bone speck
borne off

is the creature even invented yet?

so many beginnings life is
so strange to be here

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