Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Skipping Stones

Brother, it's strange 
How you will change 
Portion by portion, 
Grain by grain

Until, surprised, you see one day 
Every contradicting way 
That motions, emotions 
Have rearranged 

The intervening time erased 
From memory, now but faintly traced 
Current endurance 
Of sapient brain 

Provokes alteration 
Of orientation 
For better, whenever 
You next lose sense of 

Nice day, isn't it?

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