Floating and escaping, running…
Through my fingers time slips
dripping and slidding like dry sand
falling like water, puddles by my feet
useless now,
but pretty, with vague oil swirls of memory
floating and escaping, running away,
running fierce behind me
a river
when I turn its gone again to the puddle
A constant underneath me.
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