Our shadows –
passing over the shadows of dreams and aspirations of our ancestors,
fleetingly reflecting them and disappearing into the void,
the void where ancestral dreams will join us eventually…
which is absolutely unimportant.
Tag: shadows
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Still Motion
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The Wind of Time
The wind of time…
it distorts the present,
creating a chain of illusions:
in time, but not quite the right time
and not quite the right way…
in memory and perception –
but not quite mine…
it blows clean through me and leaves shadows –
the shadows of burned-out candles…
