he went from spirits to spirits
she went from dusty to dusted;
I raised my hand to interject
the common notion,
but they ended up laughing
at the heavy burdens I carry
I stared at a bright moon
and saw the dark misshaped
craters;
one of god's imperfect creations.
performing background orchestra to
the viewing were 50 or so bullfrogs.
they croaked in such magnificent harmony
that I could even hear birds providing
musical accompaniment;
I smirked at natures simplicity
and pointlessness.
There is a void I can't fill
a hole I can't dig
a point I can't make
a love I can't catch
a goal I can't reach
a hope that feels less
I stretch my arms to get blood
circulating
and it relaxes my weary mind
in times of turmoil and boredom.
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