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.
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.
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