Life is full
Of seasonal rivers
Best laid plans
Lay scattered beneath
The feet of cruel goddesses
Humanity diligently
Searches for an elusive perfection
Yet the lucky few
Now know the joy of clawing at the air
Searching ... Grasping ... Hoping
Naively holding on
To pieces of expired
Promissory notes
Divided attention
Shared affection
And illicit submissions
And Eternity? ... Forever?
And Milele?
Here.
Now.
In this space,
Eternity remains
But an oxymoron
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