8/13/19

Don’t try to count the grains of sand as they slip by your fingertips,
Try not to pay attention to the common calamities,
The empty cradles,
The full courtrooms,
The doctors bleeding their patients dry.
Don’t try to count the sparks erupting from the fire,
Try not to follow their journey through the open air,
Don’t worry when they sail, off towards some distant kindling,
Close your eyes, close your eyes,
Close your eyes.

 

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