that much settling down feels like the end of everyone. grave sight.
today is the end of yesterday, finalized in abrupt words. not that the matter ends, only that there can be only so much, left to what.
only so many tributes fill the void. the void stares back, reflective. today, that sad boundary. tomorrow, look at the day.
damp clouds are no help, and the rain is only a mild excuse to cry. today is what is left, out of gas or what’s the word for something? anything might fit the day or what people need, when loss is tremendous.
trees groan under the weight of what trees grow under the weight of.
the river goes away and the bier takes flame. that is bad enough, as we hold.
we haven’t a chance, or in sunlight anything could be shiny. new today will grow old. anything timeless has limit.
today is leftover or forgotten, tomorrow looms emptiness and what we look for, when the rains stop. who we lose is important, in the struck rock way of pickaxe into mine wall.
so much gets lost, just like that. yesterday, when it was okay, seems so harsh.
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