Time disappearing
in the ripples
of abundance of time
The big picture
being a hope
or a reverie
The flow
your only life
The present action
deciding your future
while your present being
steals the past
What remains
of my awareness
Is it true
Mindfulness
of an impalpable being
The stone here
just a reminder
of my ethereal consciousness
homeopathic trace
that cannot cure
mortality
Meanwhile
my touch so faint
my mind so weak
still so arrogant
Life disappearing
in the ripples
of abundance of dreams.
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