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Cory Garcia

Speck of Dust

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A Switch Poem
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Hello
 
or is it
 
Hello Again
 
which is it
 
it’s so hard to say when we are spun on a wheel that is always moving to and from
 
our twisted fates cyclical in nature
 
time
 
you have held us captive for far to long
 
from the very moment we crawled out of our graves
 
the womb of oblivion
 
time
 
you are the fickle friend of the eternal
 
you believe you are mighty but you are blind
 
so blind as to not see the souls trapped in your wake
 
why can’t you pause
 
just once
 
for us
 
just once out of the endless moments you create
 
you know they call you an illusion
 
time
 
they say that you are powerless
 
if we can just move fast enough
 
what does that make us
 
what does that make me
 
just another toy for you to play with
 
in a never ending string of misfits
 
it has been said that he who can destroy a thing controls a thing
 
time
 
the day will come when I will claim my victory over you
 
yes the day will come when I am as immobile as this rock I stand upon
 
I will face you one last time as you pass over me and through me
 
and
 
on THAT DAY you will no longer have any power over me
 
on THAT DAY you truly will be an illusion
 
and
 
the only toy you will have to play with is the dust I’ve left behind

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