Quick
across floors
and through doors
left ajar, sunlit and
narrow we slip in
and away,
swords of light.
You and I, we who live and die
step by step and fast leaping,
move as we do because
the way we go
to and fro
does not last
for longer than
a lively greeting,
love and talking,
a puzzled goodbye.
Befuddled by time
we surrender ours
to the Pied Piper’s
flute, faintly heard
by the singing soul
that follows the music
through multiple rooms,
melodies stormy and still,
daily slipping in, daily slipping out.
In passing, pronouncing it life,
laughing, building defense.
In truth we are driven
and enough caught
to enjoy life
more than
not.
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