Life flits past us
In a moment of change
Often too quick
That we can’t hold its entire range
Of sadness, grief, wrath, rage
Shapeshifting holograms appear disappear
There is sometimes ecstasy and bliss
Not to forget the leery voice of fear
A melancholous sorrow wails before us
While a resplendent release awaits with open arms
The darkness still tugs upon our shoulders
Dangling like clinking bracelet charms
All the while the old telephones go haywire with dissonance
The sunlit lakes draw us in intoxicating gravity of silence
Flamebulbs of tranquilizing energies swirl within
Mollifying the shadows into charcoal cleanse
A moment of change arrives at our doorstep
Carrying buggies of words dressed in emoticons
We may resist, at first, but eventually
We learn to let go and move on
The journey doesn’t come to an end
Though stories do culminate
Teardrops slather the loose-leaf pages
As we flip through, fearful of their fate
The moment of change never dies
It comes again and again in smithers and smithers
Like a half-asleep wild beast
Whose restless legs wriggle and slither
Moments of change rub the sandpapers of our hearts
It hurts, but they galvanize our soul
Phoenixes after all are stories, they aren’t born until
stories are thrown
In fiery infernos that stick out their lolling tongues and
burn them away all
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