beginning
and end
of existence
heard,
unseen
lie in the
mind
moments in
between
sensing
memories
come and go
echo, out of
nowhere
travails of
the stars
days and
nights
leaves of
stories
changing
colours
afresh
living the
consciousness
of how their
tales began
how they
would end
sensing
happens
-perhaps-
being in between
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