shift

pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
time is stretching
over my skin
when did you begin
did you begin?
I was told
from time of old
before the fish left the sea
that you were there
you were there
you were there beside me
time is moving
over my bones
finding ways
to take me home
life, it shifts
death, it never is
life is dirt
from which life is grown
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