Random Poems Are Best Handwritten (Or So I Think)

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Another Forty Years

I’m feeling alive
Seeing as these things that happen
Are as fleeting as starlight
Dead when they reach
Alive in a blink
Spread over a billion years
Where we are not even
A blip in the radar
Still in this second-like existence
There was you
Oh wonderful you
The touch of your lips
Can fill my entire universe
And free me from the sphere
Of things temporal.

–Erick A. Fabian Sr.
March 3, 2015

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