poema,  poemas

time goes by

… and what if time goes by
and seconds tick whole months at the time?

hair grows and gets cut,
pounds drop like crazy,
images are words
without letters,
like smoke signals for radio silence.

there is new chinese food,
and castles on air.
there are new futures,
and answers dying to be questioned:

what if we are rightly so making mistakes?
if life just IS…
and in so being
just flies us by.


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