in the sunlight taking
pictures of falling water
in the moment
worried about the future
and denying the past
and none of us born w/ the
knowledge that all words
are empty gestures
the answers to every question
about worth and about
value given only in
terms of money
the failure that comes from
having none of it
children at the front door
with eyes full of hope and
empty hands or the ones
left dying in the street
man w/ a gun aims it at
your heart, says help them and
he’ll shoot
is saving just one any
better than
saving none at all?
has the sky ever been so
perfectly blue as it was on
the last day of your life?
it’s not the absence of joy or
the absence of beauty that
brings you here, but
the abundance
the transience
the knowledge that you have
thrown away more
than you will ever get back
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