Fertile Graves
What space is left for time to flow freely through
when, with each stretched instant, small bits of me die
falling away to fill the graves of unknown heros and fertilize wilted flowers?
Brian Burch
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What space is left for time to flow freely through
when, with each stretched instant, small bits of me die
falling away to fill the graves of unknown heros and fertilize wilted flowers?
The speaker feels time thickening rather than passing freely. Each moment stretches, and within that stretch, small pieces of the self seem to die and fall away. These losses do not simply disappear; they fill the graves of unknown heroes and feed flowers that are already wilting.
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