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longevity
an expectation of longevity
as if the glaciers don’t melt
given enough time and a tireless sun
on a human scale they’re eternal,
you might say, having no other
scale on which to measure them
everything is eternal, just
not in some magical way
that fits you with harp and sandals
there is still all the matter
there ever was, “every atom
belonging to me as good belongs to you”
where will you be in one million years?
spread out among the stars
or covering the back of a dog?
there are still dinosaurs, they’re just
shaped like toasters and raccoons and
a little girl eating her ice cream before it melts
I really love this one. The more you write, the better you get! 🙂
Wow — what a lovely thing to say. Thanks!