2023 - 7/30 - merrily we

[skonen_blades]

I’m convinced time has a slope
and that the future has gravity
We slide downhill regardless
of ‘to be or not to be.’
There is no choice
and the slings and arrows here
are just precipitation.

These arrows lodge,
Take up rooted residence in our chests.
Blind love guiding cupid’s hand,
seeing nothing but bullseyes.
The arrows swell and bloat into anchors
after soaking up time
like forgotten drowned bodies

These slings,
(The stones long gone into rivers for polish)
allergic to Goliaths
lost by now-old Davids
Become hammocks and blankets
for our many past hearts

Shakespeare’s question
turns to unanswered moss
as we persevere
regardless of the choice.
We Theseus through our future
calm and friendly zombies
shocked by haunted after images
of our own ghosts
we can no longer relate to.

We are legion.
Sculpted by errors and trials.
a calm descent of existence
Learning as we go

Go

Gone




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