Originally posted January 30, 2024. An older poem I first wrote in the late 2010s. Revisions were made to the enjambments, word choice, and a title change. Original title was 'legacy'.
Take a breath. Hold it. Change your mind? Exhale, you recycled the breath from billions before you. Life in what ever form will transpire. There’s nothing you can do but breathe.
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This really stood out to me:
"Nothing will remember our legacy
through planes that will remain motionless,
cars that will remain parked for eternity.
Time will be irrelevant because nothing won’t
understand."
Take a breath. Hold it. Change your mind? Exhale, you recycled the breath from billions before you. Life in what ever form will transpire. There’s nothing you can do but breathe.
Your poem is filled with wisdom and memorable words, Daniel.
The present is what is important.
Daniel, You should drag this one out about every month or so!
Your writing is so prophetic that it is downright scary.
And it looks like we are too close to that prophecy! Thank you for your awareness of our reality.
Pepper
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....It’s closer than we think however, like the absence
of pencil marks on white paper...
a profound poem.