pebble patterns

we carried with us

weighed us down

each foot half-buried in the ground

we crawled

eyes turned inward for insight

too flawed

to see delights of a real-life present in

a second

not past-tense but an instant

ever-current

creation causing

patterns in the

distant

 

 

 

 

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