COME, SWEET LIFE

a romantic note clipped
my heart in static
traffic            i heard my heart
beating say, “this breathing
is laboriously lovely”
while in grid-locked life
my casket has four wheels
and i’ve a title at work
that clearly i wish not
my epitaph — and the words
i hear in halls without
souls, the colors of sight
which not match naturing
wisdom…no! not once ounce
of me
–i believe in mysteries
and have made many too
it is the beautiful zero
the forgotten memory
COMING TRUE

:: 08-21-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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