Permanence

By: Anonymous

What did the retina say to the heart

Hurry up darling, it’s getting too dark

I’m fumbling, fading, falling apart

It’s too late now

All that remains is encroaching necrosis

AnastaMoses blocks the red sea with roses made of lipid lily pads

What God gives creation, he taketh back

Time is our deepest mortal enemy

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