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Day 335 – Stasis

A photograph of leaves
on the quiet forest floor,
no evidence of hidden life,
though they tell you-
of course, it is so.

There is a time to die
but when the dying’s done,
we could pause for millennia,
listening.

The space between two heartbeats,
one of anguish, one of rapture,
world of stasis, all-enduring,
motionless.

An eternity you’d spend
staring at a picture,
not believing there was
ever any life, but-
of course, it is so.

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