Eternity

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Vintage Words

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All that is left 

is all I will have.

Life seems finite,

existence a matter

of levels.

.

I drift between

the molecules

of each day

and condense life

into atomic puzzles 

trying to find a

universal okay.

.

To live forever

was an idea that

comforted millions

who had a lifespan

of thirty. Life was short.

I may live three times 

that long.

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Shambling slowly across 

my last  trimester,

ambulating from pain

to pain, loss to more loss,

the idea of being

earth-gone forever

is thoroughly and

ironically comforting.

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allets

03-25-16

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