Stars burning their afterglow
In the blackness of space,
It was revealed death,
Like objects in your mirror,
Is closer than it appears.
I know now life is even closer.
She sleeps soundly beside me,
Baby growing inside her,
As we roll around the sun,
Dying and being born,
Surviving somehow, as we must,
Like amoeba on a marble.
© shaun patrick green 2013
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