That Which Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

Wind moves swiftly towards chaos.
Motion shadows motion.
Life devouers life.
That whtch begins is that which must end.
That which dies is that which lives.
That which is the preditor is that which becomes the prey.
That which is becomes that which was.
That wich resist is that which exist.
That which defiys is that wich agrees.
That which is blind is that which sees with open eyes.
That which is thoughtless, motionless, breathless is that which is me.