young children chanted an oath to each a sacred promise that when broken would shatter the hearts of those who were involved. at least that's how it used to go.
the adults overlook the truth of the matter, children's ideas more full of universal truth
than anything they thought had at their "mature" age.
but the pact is spoken together. and though they speak at one another, they speak
only to themselves. to the world inside of them.
promising that they will give back the energy they have borrowed in order to live this life.
bodies enervated by the soul. insidesilluminating,
light spilling out from behind your eyes.
and the clock begins. the light grows dimmer.
the proximity of soul to body has begun to grow
and the sharp vibrant radiance in the beginning
has started to dull and round of at the edges.
fires burning low as red goes to black
dying a little more every moment
until there's no more dying
left to do.
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