Life is a gesture
whereever it may begin
autum days summers haze
in a dream or in your head
i feel time shift
as if it exists, not now or how
we feel from its size
I know as I feel
I know that I'm not
all of all things
or nothing alot
to go in between, as the speck I am
the electrical charge, me I'm so
how can it know?
the reason all time apears more than once
is all time happens once no more no less
its here where I'm not
or am once of the whole
this is one picture,
taken from a whole lot more.
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