Persistence of Death

by Marcus Goldberg

the flame of the candle
went sailing
as the smoke from its darkness
entered my lungs

this way or that way
whispers the May wind
take each at the time
if you want

choose but remember-
all bind into one

none of them keeps
a meaning
because words can’t
just be here
and everything that becomes
stays the same

Persistence of Death

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