and time
sits still
for a while we wonder
why others are unaware
of how fragile
this life is.
we want to shake
them to stop
what they're doing and
listen to what you
now clearly know.
how temporary all things are.
but sorrow is holy
ground, full of dark wisdom
and you can only
stay there so long
before you to go back
to it, back to whatever
life is left,
your feet once again
on the ground.
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