
our bodies are graves
where angels die
and stars learn to breathe
and the only difference
between good and evil
is the absence of ignorance
if it’s the seed of the tree
that dies and is buried
then bears fruit
forever is then a series
of here and nows that
are brief yet repeat
what then can we learn
of the consequences of love,
light, and death
it must be the gravity in eden
falling in the age of reason
even God has secrets
About the Creator
Beth
When words aren’t enough, poetry finds a way. My poems explore life's mundane beauty, moments that make themselves unforgettable, and also dips it's toes into the philosophical attempting to understand who we are, where we came from.
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