The Body Sea Clock
Everyday i am being reminded,
Of these surrounding summits and mysteries,
This breaths of atmospheric blues,
these incessant trails of events,
these unfolding sights, sounds and events,
This systematic throbbings inside the ears
thisbody sea clocks and a soul that isdifferent from everything else,
Looking at the weights and the dimensions,
the depths of my human influence on
this vast enormity of unknowns,
How immeasurablymomentous
this translatable colors and events,
about all lives, including foods, all the ammunitions to kill and all the kind of different locomotions,
Howa question becomes another questions, and we are forever seeking answers to these cascading events.
this mere unreliabilities of thoughts,
this bodysea clock's,
seeking of questions,
looking for answers and the profundity of being alive,
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