On the spot
An ebb the flow it is as sweet as sugar cane, and as rain falls I gaze out into the unending blue as sun set it sends streaks across sky no longer a mirror image, all changes suffrage lost in place a deep silence it is the moment dusk is lost but time itself is stopped, no line quipped no rouse slipped in to deter motive. can you stop the sand from falling fatally into the deep? can you prevent perpetual change? can you truly live?