Moments

Moments

Before they are,

do they exist?

Once they are,

do they still exist?

 

Moments,

how long do they live?

Moments,

when do they die?

 

Moments,

I pass through them,

Moments,

and they pass through me.

 

Moments,

like water droplets,

they flow along a thread of glass,

where do they end,

where do they begin,

are they many,

or are they one?

 

Moments,

they come one by one.

 

Moment.

 

Moment.

 

Like the heartbeat

of an Eternal Soul.

The End

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