L B
L. B.
A whole universe are you,
the moon, stars, galaxies… black holes to
are all parts of the hole,
for us who do, and do not know
what makes up ?, who you are.
Your thoughts, a shooting, fading star,
as you see, waning, your life.
You feel life’s experiences, cutting like a knife
into the very essence of your heart,
fearing that it is over, never to find a new start.
Nothing really ends L.B. just changes its form
into something new, this is, what is norm.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 4th 2003
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