occam’s razor

clouds die
and we drift away,
crawling our footsteps
across rain’s grave.

it’s as simple as that.

the thin edge of life’s preciousness
seems to be wide enough
to mirror in its lustrous patina of time
the never in equilibrium pans
of our pendency.

but it’s only a matter
of circles linked.

we die,
and clouds drift away,
crawling their rain
across our footsteps’ grave.

 

© Liliana Negoi

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2 Responses to “occam’s razor”
  1. Very lovely. The repetition of the first verse at the end works very well……”it’s only a matter of circles linked.” Beautiful writing.

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