What Life Can Be Like at Any Given Time

Everything born eventually
gathers it’s own significance

An old ladder, worn by the weather
is discarded

Ice cubes pop out of a tray
and clink as they
fall into glasses

There are no fears that
cannot be overcome
by a conscious silence

From a stone
dropped in the water
ripples move outward
in perfect circles

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