The temperature of the temporal

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 16 March 2009 at 4:39 pm

Nothing is permanent
not even that statement

Nothing lasts
all is temporal

We are nothing today
that we were yesterday

It only seems that way
because it’s all we have
to look forward from

(D. James)

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