Fleeting

Persistent attractions and changing forms

In the illusions of impermanence they linger

Dishonouring the permanence of evolving souls

Change is the only thing at the tips of each finger

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My being is worship worthy and yet is nothing at all 

My womb and veins profusely carry all its desires 

The dearth of a heart’s ache is the same as the depth of it

The outcome of either extreme is muffled chest fires

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Fleeting are all these feelings, fleeting is every truth 

Fleeting are all the lies, indifference creeps on it all 

We’re new in some spaces and grow old in other ones

In some eyes we rise and in some eyes we fall

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I stay accepting the frequent twists of my gut

I hold my heart heavy, I hold my heart light 

In between highs and lows, I flow like currents 

I hold my heart bound and tainted, I hold my heart free and bright