When this old world spins round and round
I again, prod myself to float down river with the current.
I've seen the most rugged of the rugged try
rowing their boats against the tide.,
seeking to find their own ebb and flow
as, our brightest and our best
Washed away by the unyielding Sea
decomposing amidst
A timeless drift into uncharted antiquity.
Making a bold last stand rising like a phoenix
then falling away into
the unforgiving thythm of tide.
Asking a deaf nature,
billion year old questions.
Why explain anything to us
We're merely blips in time
Like rip tides crashing against jagged rocks
roiling, churning and slapping us
down eternal waters of time.
We prize fight against time
forgetting they're the champion
way out of our league..
We block a lucky few of natures head and body blows'
fend off a couple jabs, eddy's and tidal pools
finally sucumbing to a flurry of water spouts, whirpools, and drop offs
knocking us out, early, with a sucker punch
early, in the first round.
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Buddy Bee Anthony
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