Refined

life holds me in its grasp
confined to this world
patiently awaiting occurrences
comatose at times
intermittent joy at others
mostly bored or riddled stiff with being
with each jarring
life rasps the essence of me finer
the wholeness diminished
there’s less of me
until there is nothing left
this is the cycle of life

25 thoughts on “Refined

      1. ok well the lid was not on tight enough. sometimes the lid is too damn tight. my son says can t you do it right or be in the damn middle? what i guess not most of the time. damn!

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  1. I got a song that ain’t no melody, I’m gonna sing it to my friends! I got a song that ain’t no melody, I’m gonna sing it to my friends!
    Will it go round in circles?
    Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
    Will it go round in circles?
    Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
    Billy Preston – 1973

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    1. That’s actually how this piece started. For some reason in my mind, the feeling of life impacting felt like being being “rasped into nothingness”, and then the image of sifting flour appeared. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it, Val!

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