do you know how long we’ve been here?
our souls are covered with dust
hearts unable to see rust
all over bones
if not for dawn taking turns with dusk
for earth traipsing around sun
we’d be stuck in the past
comfort attached to being unchanged
useless currency
you can’t even purchase memories
with same old promises
I emptied my backpack
making room for new pebbles
I’ll pick up along the way
may we soon overgrow this stagnant state
rendering us safe
but more deadened
by the day
~~~
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For #WhisperingNeds 141, ‘stasis/aspic/amber/pickles/preserve/sameness’.
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