Soon sooner comes before its spring, I guess
Death has many names. Soon older withers
Away. Like fevers palmed, again. Confess
Nothing but old moons. Time was its others

When Time ruled. Sooner-after will devour
All of Now. Again. Something matters so
The search for Truth exists. Maybe there’s more
To Life than living, maybe there’s sight. You

May be more than happenstance. You could be
A member of sheep-herd life. When sooner
Dies-all-around, deviced, death seems to be
Now’s choice, to solve … eternity. Later,

Sooner soons, again, re-released. Where queues
Stare into obliques, movement of soons jewel.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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