Saturday, June 27, 2020

Ships of Theseus - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Ships of Theseus

Every seven years, some say, we are renewed
In coded sequences not understood
Animal cells, well-timed, within us die
They leave forever, replaced and not refreshed

But even so, our selves are still our selves
And condemnations from the past endure
And praises, too, all of them a little worn
And the remember whens are an ever now

Then what...?

The eternal Wind

The eternal Wind that was before we are
Is the Forever following our little ships

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