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Impressions (of a young life lost)

Born out of time, a fault not your own, bearing along the wisdom of sages, on tiny dove-like wings you lit upon the earth. Spreading wider to touch with gentle flutter, for one sweet, though bitterly brief, moment. A whisper soft impression from the artist’s brush left upon a canvas of glue and gold, and gray and black. Your golden…

Amusement Park Rules

Photo Courtesy of Lulu Lovering Living to get, getting to gain, gaining to spend, the cycle rewinds, replays the same. This can’t be the plan but the spin doesn’t stop. We’re centrifugal ears that hear out of tune on a carnival ride that makes weak eyes roll. Out of focus, out of kilter, our feet shuffle in place, hands hang…