poem

 StardustNo, we ’re not stardustDon ’t be so sentimentalBest to consider it debrisScattered by a violent Primordial explosion,Gunpowder residue, shrapnelCutting through space. Once, we didn ’t need time.There was nowhere to goNowhere else to be Only a singular awarenessOf wordless perfection.But it wasn ’t enough.Look what we ’ve doneSince — got all riled upSpread out and then collided.Now we hide in the undercarriagesOf strategically parked carsLike ticking time bombs11/14/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 14, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs