"Providence" - Keith Merrill

music louder louder
fill my cup

till once again

i am numb
and unfeeling

"And at once I knew I was not magnificent. High above the highway aisle, I could see for miles, miles, miles" - Holocene

Alas spring,
the trees grow back and flowers shyly bloom once more
Alas the sun,
she wakes each morning slowly, slowly then all so fast
Alas the phoenix,
to burn and die only to rise again with new life

Alas,
us,
will we do so too?