Slow motion
The arrow moved that way
Air piercer, hang glider
Angel of death,
Yet beautiful for its short life
I marvel at the simplicity of the world
For a moment,
I understand
Until the details smash my enlightenment
I try to piece the dust,
Into a shape i comprehend
My life a path
The path unto loop
The loop unto sphere
The sphere unto speck
The arrow will fall
This reality
Will be lost to me
About the Creator
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