Exit

I am jealous of the mountains
their private view of cosmos
the forests’ age in timbered sage
of the raging rivers, pristine lakes
the rolling moors and sandy shores
icebergs and hieroglyphed caves

I envy the lofty clouds
pillowy heavens, close to the sun
the roaring gusts, towering swells
the rain and the pelting hail
the boulders and prehistoric sand

They, the last ones standing
the only ones left 
the sole witnesses
to the end
of time, of this, of now

of all

Swallowed in a brilliant show
of fire
from glory to nothing

(oh, to go so!)

the only audience
the only act
no refund

exit stage left

 

~ Emily C.

4.28.17

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10 thoughts on “Exit

    1. Thank you very much, Björn! That means a lot to me. Är du Svensk? Jag studerade ett år på Svenska på universitet, men jag är ute av träning. 😊

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      1. That’s a huge honor coming from a writer I have endless respect for! I’m way behind on my reading but will pay a visit soon! Thank you, dear Candice. 💜

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