Time Means Death

by ddavidd   Feb 1, 2024



This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar
would very soon fall from the tree
wizened and prosaic.

Only plastic fruits remain
hanging forever
on the branches of their exanimation.

No heart beats
ever in a clock’s chest
therefore, time goes on!
Time goes on
heart
stays.

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