
Oblivion
All life culminates in death,
that silent crescendo; existence,
which goes on following
one zero sum after what
came before, but before
what comes after.
We stand alone
in a dark clearing
with nothing left to lose.
Look both ways for the end of the line.
Mind the gaps to play the game.
Good one for contemplation.
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Thanks, Kathrine. 🙂
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A deep one. I like it.
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Thanks, Marilyn. Glad you liked it.
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I’m betting on something grand coming after 😁 but I’m in no rush to test my theory! Good one, Bill 😇
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Thank you, Sue.
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The imagery in this poem is fantastic.
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Thank you. 🙂
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