AND STILL THEY BREAK

There isn't a human being alive who wouldn't die

easily; all merely broken dolls, life escaped, just

laying limp, stiffening, after the day has come,

the day that ends all days. And yet here they are,

so many seeing themselves as tall, tenacious

trees that break all winds that would bend

and rip them from their deep roots. They see

their years disappearing beyond horizon.

Here they are, the soon to be dead, as

the wind rises, as the uncaring wind

rises and comes to end all days.

Here they are, listen to the

sound of their breaking.

03.06..2023

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