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Enough

By (August 1, 2017) No Comment

 
There’s enough of the world
to last my whole life,

not enough of my life
for the whole world.

But that’s not the point.

I am here and I am there
but truly I am here-and-there.

(What, man?
We all contain waltitudes.)

Not of course but oh wow.

What dies is the illusion of continuity,
appetite is eternal enough.

The world doesn’t need everyone
to win.

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M. C. Rush currently resides in rural Louisiana, has most recently published poems in Lingerpost, Spinebind, and Thin Air Magazine, and has work forthcoming in Pirene’s Fountain and The Legendary.