The quotient
of time, life and death
is a relativity
Life is effervescent
The passage of time
is the retardation of life
Death
is an absolute termination
of those wrinkling days
The older you become,
the longer you may collect dust particles
in the shadows,
a confinement where there is no light and darkness
Therein,
You learn how to be brief.
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