Mar 24, 2021

Shake off the ridiculous.

When I was young, the world was small and I was large. Life revolved around me. Now I am getting old, the world is large and I am small. I revolve around life. To exit is to change, like the leaves of a tree. Yes, like the leaves of a tree.


At the close of day. You are bones. Or dust. You swallow the darkness. No. That’s not it. The darkness swallows you. Yes. That. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It is the close of day. There is a wind. Your bones rattle. Your dust blows away. Shake off the ridiculous. You will not join the light to sleep. Friend, you will join the darkness.



Ren Powell

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