Dawn of Change (Poetry)

It is always so

Endless dusks and tides

Breaking against star-foam.

The law of all-things

We long to forget

Is that everything passes

Time devours all

And humble humanity

Tiny upon the floating rock

Is no different

To the dust and gas

Of deep space.

We may quail

At our transient destiny

We may shudder

At our fleeting fate

We may lament

Our lack of infinity

But to do so would be

To stain the sacred present

And forget the true nature

Of you, of us, of her, of me.


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