Never enough time,

or enough words,

or too many words

and no way to say them.


I have only a moment

in the universe’s life

to shine,

to scream,

to burn.


I’ll tear a hole in the fabric of reality,

just to show you I was here.


Even if I am a figment

of your imagination,

you’re going to know

that I existed.


What leaves a greater legacy;


or destruction?



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