Trace
Feel as if I am a granular of sugar
-dropped dead and thrown in ocean.
Busy are living fish and vessels
-passing all around me and over
-speedy to fight back the current.
Soon will be solved, dissolved
-and vanished; no trace left behind
-to talk of sugar's shape; nor of mind.
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