It all just


in time.

There’s nothing left to stand on;

all alone,



A constancy

of birth and decay.

An endless dance,

a cosmic carousel.

Supposed to be

opposing polarity;

forced by turns

to spin madly.


Then we burn,


until we blind the sky;

then supernova,

gone again.

A little piece of us,

in each of us.

Stripped apart,

but never far

from embracing us.


We are

a little bit

of everyone.


HG – 2017


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