It’s time for us to cross-over again,
Walk the bridge that takes us,
from this warm bank,
To the other.
Time for us to reflect,
Time to shed the gains,
That the rains brought us.
And wait for the worms to come to us,
As our children carry us away.
Burial at sea,
Beneath an epitaph,
On a tower of silence,
Or just a gift to the flames.
And time for all the greens,
To ignite their fragile selves,
And leave the residue behind,
Yellow…
stupendous man(on the last minute way to submitting my design journal)
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