think of (13/10/24)

think of the sun
how it plays on your skin
but never seems to cling…

think of the moon
which for all its brightness
leaves only darkness…

think of the stars
we rely on them for wishes
unbeknown to them

some of which
have long since died away
leaving just the glaze…

think of gravity
holding you in place
a fragile as lace...

think of the sea
its tempests, doldrums, tides
inviting you to dive

into its spray
to wash your sins away
in its unfolding waves…

think of a thought
it might just be your last
unless it’s the next...

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