Particles of time descending upon life,
eating away minutes calculated for a
small sphere of reality.
Always wanting more, desires running
rampant, overflowing onto distant shores.
Spherical limits and boundaries circle
timelessness of actual life.
Dreams rotating on pathways of the same
orbit, shining blossoms of knowledge
into the foreground where seeds were
once planted.
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