November 10, 2017 by petrujviljoen
It’s never about birds in poetry;
it is about our inadequate,
marrow-filled bones that
weigh us down
reminding us of the immediacy
of the dust.
It’s never about stars in poetry;
It’s about the daily rasure of dreams
in endless existence, clawing,
groping around in the calamitous gutter
for more … of the same
It’s never about eternity.
(edited at 12:21 – last word poetry to eternity)
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