a poem.

Perpetual movement inside,
Proof of existence,
Of life, of growth,
Of change.

Like water,
Always flowing.
Like flame,
New every time.
Rain drops
Make soil particles move,
There is perpetual rain inside.

Every thing is time touched
The body, the soul,
Sense and meaning
And the I.

Untouched is time.

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