Two suitcases,
a few boxes,
a couple of
garment bags.
We could leave
at a moment's
notice.
There may have
been a time
that a vagabond life
would not
do.
But this life is
so much lighter
and nothing
has changed.
This is a passing
life.
Kingdoms and fortresses
and empires
are made up of
dust and history.
There is only
this brief candle
for us.
Why spend it
on elaborate
candlesticks
when all that matters
is the
flame?
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