TORCHED: Some fugitive words

	Time works on each of us
	as we're gradually reduced to ash

	So enjoy life's charade
	yet remember
	how quickly it fades!

	Sooner or later
	each drama ends
	as other unseen plots
	yet begin

	Know from the start
	every script is dust –
	what's called "life"
	is but a spurious fiction

	Is there any question?


Anya: 	This guy sounds disenchanted.

Carlos: Well, don't all dreams get broken eventually?

Devani: Yes, but isn't that how it should be? Human dreams are essentially sand.

Brice: 	I dunno. Some seem like stone.



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from POEATIONS: Explorations in meta-poetry by T Newfields
Summary: Some thoughts about how time turns all living things into dust.
Keywords:  time, evanescence, transitoriness, fleetingness, 

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 1997 in Shizuoka, Japan  ☆ Finished: 2024 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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