before collection

just words- inspired by one of Fionn Regan's songs

quick

before I become antique,

well-aged like cheap wine,

before some old man comes to collect me from

the curb side

 

let me adventure as

humans were made to,

quiet and flowing

along swift air currents to where

you sleep...

 

and I will go willingly into

collection,

knowing that you sleep, gently. 

Author's Note

brutality is key :)

Reviews

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And why has no one commented on this? This is absolutely beautiful....the first stanza is my favorite, because I too feel that fleeting glimpse of an emotion.....wonderful job.

if you don't mind, though, could you tell me what this is about?