Life isn't brutish and short at all
Hubris & half truths that we've been sold
Short and beautiful -- and therein contained
The fount of our grand tragedy
Gushing so much I can hardly embrace
Fully all that I was meant to
So many hills and winds to glide upon
So many lives and worlds to woo
Perhaps this shortness is the honey it instills,
The price heightened cause it passes so soon
So much love packed in I can hardly sit still
Even though so few - the precious few - that I even matter to!
---
reena
july 18 2014...
pondering this sweetness of my so very few...and they are the world...
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