The Burden of Time

hands clasped
mouth mumbles.

all things 
in and out
of this world, 
crumbling, colliding
in my back yard.

palms sweat
lips scorched dry.

suns and moons
rim my face, 
all must go 
all must go.

hands clasped
mouth mumbles: 
this is not a prayer, 
somebody please
cut the umbilical cord.


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