Transience travels it's twist&turns;
Inside those rhythms are Life's con -sta(n)t, creative/destructive flux:
As a flock in hybrid motion whose
Knowledge of direction is only in the
Moves of the moment &
As a cascading wave g(l/r)ows ((growls)) like
Courage in the earths heart; Nature
Moves in almost unearthly frequencies &
As we boldly construct symphonies
It seems our systems are as a candle
Moves in the face of the rising sun.
& what's to say each fragment ought be recollected, which experience
Is worth it's weight in memory
On the scales of judgement
Which explore la verité?
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