# Flux (Poetry)

Author: Aeneas Lopez
Tags: Poetry, Thoughts

#5 of Miscellaneous Works

More poetry. Tried experimenting with having four syllables per line for some reason: I thought it had an interesting effect.

The banks empty:

Lost, forgotten.

There never was

Anything there.

Could I step once

Over that mount?

Like the prophet,

I fear I won't.

Ends are certain.

The middles, not.

That is a truth.

Or so I'm told.

I grow too old.

And yet I'm young.

'Tis paradox.

One dear to me.

If life is flux

And I water,

Then why do I

Now seem to drown.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Wel4W0je
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