It seems the seasons really don’t change,
What changes is perspective. Rearrange
Old age with youth! See appreciation
Become diverse! See depreciation..

Damn seasons reign upon a stone-clad heart!
Damn reasons-vain without an artist’s art!
Damn life, me, you, we; blue dot of distance.
Soliloquy! God! Existence!; business

As usual.. Sharp fragments of seasons,
Singular, breaches the preaching, treason
To change; reasons of past, particular!
I’m weary. Fall where you will, blazing star..

Seems I’ve gone too far, gone, away, along
Seasons with others reasons; don’t belong.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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