November 28, 2019Poem
When did it start
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When did it start
The anxious attachment
To continuance
The loss of invulnerability
Which after all
Was only ever
An illusion
When the world was
Full of mystery
Before cynicism
Took the wind
And emptied the punchline
Of a bad joke
Over my head
Even on a clear day
There are shadows
How quickly came the change
From risk taker
To over thinker
When every new dawn
Is greeted with the dismay
Of coffee grinds
Under the fingernails
A scratch more than an itch
Life unwinds
At irregular intervals
The only certainty we all face
Is that there is none
Even history
Is temporary
All things change
There is no such thing
As solidity
Everything is as insubstantial
As a bag of holes
Some people say
Every reality
Has a flow of fluidity
And even the fear
Of fear
Will melt away
When the cock crows