Time
Dead ye lie
dead ye rot --
human thy lot
Dead ye rest
dead ye soar --
spirit on a weightless
tour
as all sought
little man will find --
whether earth or sea
a puzzle of clouds,
highlighted edges
joining
stars above
our distance measures
Time, alone, decides
if lifeless waste~ or eternally
evolving heartfelt treasures...
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2025
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