Eternity of life amazes the mind, because it cannot
fill the vacuum it's definition recalls.
Swarming in and out of natural boundaries, emitting
significant pastimes to columns of an inner mind.
Locating the necessity of becoming, turning towards
new directions, seeking the eternal answer of life's
reluctant stance.
Forging ahead with makeshift statistics, formed in
clay to be remolded and reshaped through every given
day.
Lightly touching upon truths which are here today
and forgotten tomorrow.
Life as a whole cannot be contained in any statistical
column of our making, because it is ever-changing.
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