the reason we go on

and amid the noise and palaver

the whisper
the moment like a nimbus around you

touch this whisper like a cobweb
fold it like a wedding napkin
and keep it against your heart

that you might one day
tell a child
why you have lived

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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