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Poetry Journal Feb. 13, 2024

 


 

 

Feb. 13, 2024

 

Nothing every last forever, entropy eroding the roots of what we believe will survive, sworn statements that we think will endure when even what we build with steel won’t survive rust eating at the foundations we put down in the assumption of strength, nothing is as strong as we assume or as dependable as we hope for, especially love, which like plastic begins to crack as soon as we create it, the near-invisible fractures  we do not notice until they begin to break, by which time it is too late to save it.

Nothing survives this world and we must accept this or drive ourselves crazy assuming we can, when we can’t save anything especially love.



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