---I wrote this for it's feeling of temporality---
The eternal is a good
That we failed to capture
It is a snapshot
A weapon of composure
Nothing is left of
The old stones or trees
New miracles await which
Accept death and chance
The passing of time is now
more corporate---
The words of the sages
Don't seem like stones any longer
The way was afforded to play
A game of life
And now, without immortality,
We are winning and losing
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