27 March 2013

Dust To Dust

Shadow-man

For what it’s worth

Not one hairs breadth

Separates any of us

The best and worst

We are all of us cast

In the imperfect image

Of a mythic god

With our feet of clay

And star filled eyes

Flawed, but glorious

Doomed or redeemed

By indifferent circumstance

Each awaits the same fate

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2 comments:

  1. Feels like a sentence, our entire existence and yet a chance not to go with the flow while alive and kicking

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    1. Yes - we must savour every moment and make them count.

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