June 29th, 2015 15) Ephemeral
Happiness when clutched smotheringly
to the bosom seems to bloom and wither
in the beat of a birdly wing
and looses its value. Uncherished, as though
food has lost its purpose once past the pallet
giving nothing of nutrition but all the
discomfort of indigestion. The ruler looks
long when held parallel to the eye
but withers to a sliver when shifted
to perpendicular. So is time a matter
of perspective changing what is
ephemeral to eternal and back
by refusing to move on.
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