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Flux
The dogma of the temporal nomad
is an acceptance of the evanescence
of all, from the lacklustre to the astral,
for even what purports to alter one's course
on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether,
and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,
able solely to be resurrected by a Memory
so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms
using mud procured from the riverban...
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:16 am
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