Never The Same Poem by Cee Bea

just like you

somebody picked us up
after we dislodged from
the pre ordained

found
we become the crafters delight
and heart

Still
within works of digital diaries
a kite, a sine, a wave

where
we make the truth of solid
pedestals, or totems
in hopes of the everlasting

testaments
of a motion, like fluttering wings
that though controlled, have none.

Live
because you are the crafter
right now, right here.
Found in, a capsule of time
never lost, never the same