I wonder,
does one speak,
about the weather,
based on,
it's inherent primordial nature?
For,
each second,
one's eyes exist tethered,
to perception.
Each and every second,
one indeed,
sees that which,
has never been.
I wonder,
do these entities,
subconsciously notice,
this.
Notice,
constant entropic formulation.
Notice,
the organism,
which they walk pon.
Notice such,
is constantly changing.
Constantly,
existing as still,
whilst paradoxically,
intensely tethered to continuous motion.
Oh,
be only I,
which wonders,
of such?
Which,
wonders deeply,
about being,
still?
About,
movement?
About,
sound?
Be I,
the only being,
looking around?
No!
For,
be I,
only human.
Only,
tethered to human sound.
And,
by being bound by such,
shall indeed,
never exist as,
profound.
For,
just as the weather,
I,
am only,
now.
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