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Age of Mayflies [121]
Age of Mayflies
Time creeps as light grey deepens to charcoal
no embers glowing in the sky
to mark the passing of another Age of Mayflies,
their lives as short as ours,
mere hours between the rising and setting
of an earthbound passage,
as our last cries echo that moment we burst forth
and filled our lungs with breath.
Now we empty them to seek the tomb, eternal womb,
to mark the passing through the night
into another realm of light.
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