on their way somewhere else to move along
the process of aging - bundles of time that
that peal away layers of nanoseconds not yet in
the past - leaving open future chaos depending
upon their movements and influences...
specks of time that flow in and our, sometimes
back and forth, shaping and maturing, not
caring about through what they pass...
tides of time turning and murmuring as they
pass each other in space, not knowing from
whence the other came, just that it is there;
silent waves of time pass by unheeded in a
vain attempt to get where they are going not
knowing what it is that they are moving to,
nor are they sure in which direction as their
possibilities are infinite and their arrives
are all uncertain since there is no perspective.
May 22, 2024
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