All joy, love, the heightened senses, are Acceptance.

The flux that is all things has worn down all things.

Static is at hand, Death; this can only be accepted,

Which is the same as love,

A love of Time,

Through acceptance that it cannot have an adversary

With any success or hope.

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S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. 
Pubs in/coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. 
You can find him on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.