Posted by: John | June 5, 2014


Being with someone who’s dying reminds me
again how fragile and fleeting is life.
All the nameless faces and faceless names,
the many spaces and the places
that make a person that person
begin disappearing into the whirlpool of time.
Where there is no time.

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