Temporality.....

nothing is kept forever
each day we lose part of our skin
our feet dissolve
in water
our heads evaporate in air
time
we are immersed in it like
a solution
we diffuse like molecules
of ink
we invade what seems at
first is colorless
then each of us settles
like moss
to rocks
we think that finally stability
is there
the rocks crumple like chalk
turning to dust again
upon our fingers the wind comes
blows everything
we imagine we exist
until our imagination leaves us
we become strangers again
like a migrating bird
upon a tree
in an unknown island

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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