You speak
But I cannot hear:
The words you utter,
Lost to the infinite.

Forever
Swallows ideas whole,
Sinks them to its depths:
A graveyard of dreams.

Imaginations,
Bits of dust to
The jet-streams of time,
Scatter across the arid land:
No new life blooms.

Tran"si*to*ri*ness, n.

The quality or state of being transitory; speedy passage or departure.

 

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