Lines on life and breathing
By
When light plates a thing,
it will, in some sense, forever be plated,
it will, in some sense, forever be plated,
forever be captured and living
and spoken.
and spoken.
How much of what we see
will we also see
in the afterlife?
you asked.
And how much can we pack to take with us?
will we also see
in the afterlife?
you asked.
And how much can we pack to take with us?
If light can be framed, it can be kept,
though not the filtered kind,
though not the filtered kind,
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Find the full poem at: http://edgemagazine.net/2012/01/lines-on-life-and-breathing/
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