Too Late

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A world upended –

oh, how the mighty are fallen! –

will crash at the slightest touch,

the simplest negation of a nod. How

.

did her sphere of influence

shrink so small? How came this

significance unsignified? No

neurons carved integrated

.

pathways, nor relational

infrastructure; all looked

inward, mirror to a tiny

galaxy. Too, too late for

microcosm to expand at the

speed of living’s light; too, too

root-bound to escape the pot.

When molecule drops,

.

so will all expectations

into the river of the forgotten,

the scum to earthen pond’s

hoary crust of the damned.

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11 comments on “Too Late

  1. Bravo dear, literally this is eclipsing !

  2. Robert Rife says:

    One of your best so far. Easily.

  3. lydiaa5656 says:

    Simple incredible.

  4. Heidi Viars says:

    The picture is amazing … especially the reflection in that drop … indeed “mirror of a tiny galaxy” … thanks, Mel, for sharing your gifts with the world!

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