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A Passing Phase

My guess is life's a passing phase, A mere blink in the eyes of time, Cannot survive us in a rhyme. Observer absent, are there days Where dying suns attempt to mend What intellect might recommend? A passing phase, who hears life's death As forebears trees in forests fall, No moon responds to coyote call, Intelligence not praised by breath! Unless God's (in our image) will Cry for our passing, all is still! Long Tooth June 9, 2018

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