Impermanence
P Patti Masterman
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Impermanence threatens-
It's thoughts in our head;
A certain disconsonance
Of feet on our bed.
We'd give up these games,
If peace came for free-
And sat on our shoulders-
Or dropped us a key.
If answers could come
Like visitors- with flowers-
We'd know what to do
With these dull, witless hours.
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