This i know
there is no change
in me
the landscapes are
seasons
i am the core of
this rock
there is nothing to
change
even death
can be a futility
i am the core of
this rock
when it crumples
or cracks
i become the wind
the air
that this universe
breathes in
again and again
ad aeternum.
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