Nothing endures, all fades
Photographs yellow, stars burst
Even my lovers pearly whites
Seem to be vulnerable to cavities.
Only those minute bacteria, those earth turners
That hold the world up on their shoulders
Seem to have learned to be.
They die over and over, thus live forever.
They have learned that the laws of our universe
Do not apply to the insignificant.
We too die…over and over again…with every failure…impatient thought….longing…missing piece…absence.
“Seem to have learned to be” is the most striking line. Such a paradox…