A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY
A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY
Think of this trading of
eyes and flesh and bone
for something new.
Did you think that you had
all of the tomorrows;
that all of your yesterdays
were not a miracle
entrusted to you?
Consider a newborn’s
cry and of
all between.
Do you think
them by chance?
What of the tears shed
by those left behind
as you step from this light
into the next? Do their
love matter less?
Was this just an illusion
or a dream
lived in a blink
of an eagle’s eye?
Or are you just that
newborn’s cry?
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