nothing is real
unless everything before was false,
prelude to the real reality;
preparation for now.
practice
digging with proverbial shovels,
words make for sharp-edged spades.
once we claw out of our ditches
we may climb
the mound of discarded dirt
so nonchalantly thrown
over weighted shoulders.
before,
given aid;
wings for weary gravediggers.
but
growth is a funny method of backwards
lessons taught by the oldest philosopher:
Time.
Media Medusa by ~Sacke-art on deviantART
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