A/N: First poem for "Spirited Away," and in fact one of the
first poems I've written in months. Another reason to love this
movie.
No POV, but enjoy the metaphors.
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"Let Someone Else Be God"
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Little hair tie, headband,
Woven bit of string:
Spun and done and twisted
Up, like love and other things.
The promises of children
Of spirits and of gods,
Made and sworn to in
A breath, despite the odds.
And immortality is
A waste of time, they say.
Your own minor infinity
Lived out anew each day.
So oh- to be mortal!
To be human and be flawed!
To live and die and pass away
And let someone else be God!
Drowning, water is so deep.
Lonely, it's so wide.
But loving you, it's so easy
To take the world in stride.
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* ende *
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. : the river runs through it : .
No POV, but enjoy the metaphors.
*
*
"Let Someone Else Be God"
*
*
Little hair tie, headband,
Woven bit of string:
Spun and done and twisted
Up, like love and other things.
The promises of children
Of spirits and of gods,
Made and sworn to in
A breath, despite the odds.
And immortality is
A waste of time, they say.
Your own minor infinity
Lived out anew each day.
So oh- to be mortal!
To be human and be flawed!
To live and die and pass away
And let someone else be God!
Drowning, water is so deep.
Lonely, it's so wide.
But loving you, it's so easy
To take the world in stride.
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* ende *
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. : the river runs through it : .