In just a minute’s brief span
the world is made and unmade.
Try as you may, no one can
restore colors once they fade,
nor take back a piece once played.
There is no time but right now;
all the rest is lost in shade,
turned underneath new farrows.
You can choose to grow or die –
to sink a root or wither;
at least you think you decide,
while doing both or either.
27 May 2025
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