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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