Daily Poems: 6 March

Reckoning

 

It doesn’t

matter

 

to me

if

 

this is

the end;

 

the end

where squid

develop lungs

 

and learn

how to

fly,

 

an end

where

 

what

it means

to see

 

is to

transcend-

 

because

in

the end

 

sleep is

the only

friend

 

I need

to make

peace with.

 

Violet Dahl

 

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