Early Realization

In beautiful morning of the day
Chill owns attention complete.
Blower heaters against walls,
Audience, we the students 
Gather in O formation.

Yet, chill isn't a dome
Of glass impenetrable.
It shattered against gush
Of a realization so deep
That death shall unwelcomed visit.

A warm sad feeling settled
As before me I stood.
Though two fold longer
Than the walking stick,
No taller to it was I.

It dissolved into a scene
Where tomorrow was here
And the next day was closed.
The moment revealed it's might
I have religion to master. 


ILiveLove

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