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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2014 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2014.11.13.03.36.10857]] |
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The water moves down the glass in sudden bursts and wings of a butterfly flutter too rapidly to comprehend in a memory I have of spring. I crawl forwards. I awake. I listen to the hum of the earth and I am brought to quiet by its sound. A sweeter love has never been found, so now is the time. Now is your time. I rise, I grasp the vicissitudes of life and close my eyes before I fully understand the timelessness of every single moment leading up to Death. I grow. I move, I stretch out and I envelop the coming moments. Each one I make rise and stand firmly until they fly like fireflies and you come home. |