I've lived this life a billion times
No memory of any
Synchronous second to year
Future and past all the present
Layers of nothing
Bent twisted transparency
Evaporated mirage
Dehydrated dreams
Eating apples from a tree not yet planted
Drinking rain not yet fallen
Bleeding from a wound healed
Speaking with dead lips sealed
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2024 04:47
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So you're billions of years old too, as Goldfinch and I are?! lol.
Even older but couldn't find the right word for older than this. Thanks Orchi for the read and comment actually I'm older than God and even he calls me older than dirt.
You must be God then if you're older than Him! lol.
No chance! If so I would never have created mankind.
This is genius poetry dear sorrenbarret, along with your very clever title 🌹
Once again you humble me friend with your most gracious comment. Deepest thanks.
Very good words soren but each moment of our long lives is so important in them.
Andy
Thanks so much Gold for the review and yes you are so right every moment is precious.
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