3.23.2015

Lottery


it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
We should remember always death
Not only the body, but all of its works
They too will perish, long after breath
They too will perish, and in the murks
In the depths of time, faster than sound
Faster than the speed of a word they move
Towards nothingness they are bound
They too will perish: lost and not found.

When the ancients considered this truth
They built in stone and scarred the earth
That time would ever differ for their sooth
That time would be marked for their birth
Do you regret the little black dot of your debt
Or has the lottery still shown white as of yet
For sooth, your soul will always remember
That time would, that earth would at last forget.

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