impermanence

the ins

     and outs
of my
    un-do-ing
are lost to me
     when                      out
at
sea
 
 
   catch 
a glimpse
  of           myself
in the
   water   coming  at   me
 like waves
 
 
      as
soon each
   and i
d i s a p p e a r    and
  a
      new
 a   d i f f e r e n t
     one
                  is here

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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