small dark ball
blinking red, living only
to explode
— Bob-omb
shot from a cannon
flying slowly, and yet
staying aloft
— Bullet Bill
small dark ball
blinking red, living only
to explode
— Bob-omb
shot from a cannon
flying slowly, and yet
staying aloft
— Bullet Bill
fluffy white ether
shyly hiding if you look
approaches from behind
— Boo
nothing but bones
crumbling at the slightest touch
reassembling every time
— Dry Bones
flying turtle
hovering up and down
serving as bridge
— Koopa Paratroopa
big brother
constantly throwing hammers
defeated by small earthquake
— Hammer Bro
giant chestnut
walking steadily to the left
falling off blocks
— Goomba
vigilant tortoise
protected by its shell
Yoshi's food
— Koopa Troopa
long lost
… a loss prolonged beyond it’s initial schedule
short lost
… a loss abridged to save time
recently lost
… a loss that freshly happened
found lost
… a loss that was now discovered
just lost
… a loss well deserved
not lost
… a loss that never happened
prematurely lost
… a loss that occurred before it’s time
unlost
… a loss undone
defying death
with riches
born from dust
matured over aeons
wrested from their earthly homes
to be cut
and polished
until they shine
as bright as the stars
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on the wall
many dots
forming a grid
accurately measured
evenly spaced
seemingly alike
yet so different
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spinning wheel
going round and round
always turning
never stopping
drawing perfect circles
splattering drops into rays
changing colours
manipulating shades
who's in control?
me or the wheel?
who's work is it going to be?
mine or the wheel's?
every time I feel the need to rest
it feels like there is something very important I must do
every time I rest
it feels like I am accomplishing nothing
every time I succumb to exhaustion
it feels like half a day is gone
every time I am barely rested
it feels like I need to make up for unused time
every time I think about rest
it feels like I need to justify it to myself