ephemeral

Godbreathed dirt
complex frailty
Narcissus dripping wet
the thirst for Annabel Lee
our loves, our lusts
may be illusion
or elusive
how tightly can we hold
dust?
starry wish
grasp at fading lights
uncurling fists at last
dry my saltbleeding eyes
those things i seek
i may not attain
or achieve
how high does a blade of grass
reach?

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