Passing Notion

The dog outside Comes in for a moment In the blink of an eye We are dead Holding true We are all there now And the truth of it Is no perversion Mother Nature begs For us to come together Either be intimate with the task Or leave it Excepting the arrival What have we not done? In reality it never is What we thought it was

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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