When Faced
With Death
I Always Think
Of Things
I Haven't Said.
***
Things I'm
Sure You
Couldn't Hear
Coming From
The Dead.
-Gray Squirrel
07-23-2025
She is like rain, scattered drops but when it falls it's soothing.
She is like soil, so hard but keeps your soul holding.
She is like fire, which burns but turns you shining.
She is contentment, invisible but when in you is pleasing.
She is like nothing, when she is not you too are nothing.
She is constant, yet comes in goes out being in harmony.
She is convoluted, always formed deformed, evolving dissolving in symphony.
She is magical, appearing like wonder- blunder, ugly beauty diaphony.
She is science, as been experimented observed deduced in cosmogony.
She is eternal, around you, in you, is you, present-omni (XX/XY).
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