Slipping Away

don’t 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,

that 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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