My childhood friend Lauren
We haven't spoken in years
I wonder if she became a teacher
As she had always dreamed
I wonder if the museum
I once organised the archives for
Has managed to maintain
Their system, or let it all go again
I wonder how Rembrandt felt
Painting The Storm on the Sea of Galilee
With its billowing mast
And frightened sailors
I wonder if 42 is really the answer to it all.
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
