a stroll

flux

I saw it
and
I knew

my heart
was laying
there
on the
streets

I came closer
and studied
it

it was half
an apple
no bites
not even a nibble

and in it
was all
that I call
my heart

what is the meaning of life
asked a kid
as he pulled on
my sleeve

nothing is what it seems
I said

I left the
half-apple
behind
uncertain of
where it will end

it’s
strange
as it
is

to find
my essence
in such a
trivial object
standing still
amongst all
the flux

so I walked
away
not caring
of the consequence
of caring
too little about
what consequences
are

whatever
that means.

 

 

 

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