Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Lisht
2004-05-13
1:38pm
There is only the eternal now. This endless forever that is this ongoing day. I remain suspended in a firm water droplet whose surface I cannot break. It never shatters or explodes upon the unforgiving ground. It forever slides, and slides, down the surface of a blade of grass. With me within. Sliding, sliding towards the inevitable sundering
but still locked in the eternal now.
