But For Now
It’s surreal,
that in-between where,
life stares down death.
One minute you’re facing eternity;
the next the realization that
you’re not in control.
In that reality,
life seems insignificant,
like dust escaping in
the winds to another time.
Yes, surreal transformation
only it’s reality,
yanking you back to mortality.
Still, you know one day
it’ll change its mind.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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