THINGS




Things change
Constant movement
Rhyme and rhythm
Nothing remains
Spirals, arrows, waves
Synchronicity
Love, rage, love, pain
Serendipity
Circles, DNA
On a one to one basis
On a scale of one to ten
Could this be a minimum eight?
And it’s time to run again?
Backwards and forwards
To and fro
Who tells whom where they‘re coming from?
Who tells whom where to go?

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