so we move forward in the cold autumn day
even with winter approaching
spring is only days behind that
then the roiling summer and then back to this again
it's as if time ceased to exist...
as if eternity removed the mask to show
a clock face without any hands
and we know moving forward is another illusion
biting the dust in the expanding awareness
of our morphing but always here and now...
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