A breakneck pace
of a hungry dog feeding on limited marrow
savoring the small bone
A fortune of effortless breathing
but a numbered heartbeat
A thrum of pulse igniting the sequence
miles of hills and valleys, the careening stream
movement..movement..movement
An epoch, faint gentle hands pushing through the gate
gate after gate after gate
Opening to the next meandering expedition
toward an inevitable grief
A brain synapse reminds of the impermanence
each moment a variation of the last
Tick..tick.. tick...
A going, a return
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