So Little Time ~ Philip Brent Harris

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A dog-eared page
In an old book
Mirrors my mood.
Phantom reason,
Marked as special.
I fervently hope
For unknown purpose,
An unremembered time
Or accidental.
Compressed too long,
Hidden, neglected, fragile,
Forest and trees
Broken off, lost.

Handle with care.
My life attacks,
A whirlwind child.
Imperious Nature,
Unaware, uncaring.
My dog-eared self,
Bent in twain, misplaced.
Holding no importance,
No hidden meaning.
As likely to be tossed
In the trash, or
Trampled on the floor
Than to be noticed,
Remarked upon.

Drowning under detritus,
I frantically seek the sun,
The moon, the stars.
Such distant witnesses
To this small life.
Lost among sand grains,
All, together.
Important to the whole
Endlessly-vast beach.
Negligent, alone, lost.
Soon washed away.

Wait! Faint, fading
Words in the margin,
Wan, nearly gone.
Or a footnote
On the yellowed leaf.
Enough, a short stay
Of the execution’s axe.
A brief moment’s
Concern, too soon
Cast away, distant,
Insignificant to time,
Indifferent, unnoticed.
Minuscule, this spark,
Existence,

VOTE, November 3, 2020!

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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

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