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>>

the shimmering

of time.

When the procession
begins
and objects rise
to cease

I hope
I lose
the following:

up
down
top
bottom
strange
charm.

However,
before any crazy alteration
I hope
the container
breaks

and I lose:

false names
yesterdays
tomorrows

maybe then
when I forego
numerics
and watch
every repetition
anew
I will glimpse