all of us seem to live on borrowed time
especially those who are sick with illnesses
to grave to cure... but, for the rest of us,
we live on the edge of life and on the edge
of life's turmoil, as wars and counter wars
are waged endlessly among each other in
a futile effort to acquire land that will be
taken back during the next battle... we
wage war as if we are cooking meals
for our friends and neighbors, expecting
visitors to smell the feast and try their
to eat our food as well, even though they
had never been invited... we seem to
live on borrowed time while dressing
according to the season of our aging
hearts and souls that never seem to rest
until the last breath is drawn... we spill
our thoughts like blood into the streets
of awareness just like those before us
did to escape persecution... our life
revolves around our past and our past
revolves around our future as wi live
inside the mysteries of our present...
our time is borrowed from a future
generation that has no knowledge of
who we are or have become, hoping in
death we will finally be able to meet.
29 December 2022
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