Poetry

Permanence {01.03.16}

I am nomad.

Change is eternal, all is but for a moment in time.

Such is the nature of all things.

Sublime and heartbreaking temporality.

I am vessel.

Wish not to keep, crave not to possess.

Haunted vignettes one and them all.

Flows laying marks along the banks of my soul.

I am collector.

That which cannot be touched, only felt.

Vestiges burned upon mind and stored in flesh and bone.

Firmly in the present and loving fully the remnants.

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