everything

did you know this time,

this moment is slipping

away forever,

if you did,

you would not let go of it

quite so easily;

there is a weariness to it all,

as it slowly pounds away,

eroding and weakening

to the point of extinction;

illusion exists;

but only for a moment,

revealing soft, hot, white shells

as they really are and,

they are very happy,

wallowing within their

silent ignorance,

blissfully unaware

there is more;

so much more;

everything has a beginning,

everything comes to an end;

that is the cruelest part

of it all.

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