Your meaning was erased
And so what?
Only your meaning is that was erased?
Your pictures, smiles, your looks, your final words
Is that what stays in hundreds little ways?
Get to the point
The pain,
The skin
The breath
Skin in the game
In pursuing the light
The gain
The death
The depth
The wreath
The guest
The random guess
Of silent lullaby
Drowned in light
Of thousands flash guns
A little mermaid
In not Disney tale,
Your final bite
Of long unknown fun
And maybe final “no” to champagne
Your story of a misfit in the world
Gets to the stars
Maybe to distant stars
Whatever has been told
They broke the mold
And raised the bars.
More of Paula
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