What Lasts?
what lasts?
is it the arc of the fighterjet out on a routine leaving being a whitefuel spiral?
the arguments never won or lost?
the day at the fair in the sun dipping apples in a barrel?
your love like prancing ponies all in white?
this sentence you’re reading now?
the buildings constructed in the sun as a paean to the remembered gods of yesteryear?
the time you walked along by the pool and the light shimmered cathedrals?
lying in bed hearing the morn distant out the open window, through the summer air, where your dreams of other lands, new adventures, tales to be lost in, will always reside?
so, come on, tell moi:::
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