If ignorance was bliss

There is no time as nothing

and empty as the color blank

on a sea of empty rivers

moving forward flowing back,

what too may be remains

teetering upon refrain

where fleeting stays the dance

fleshing pulses from the brain,

not all that is can be

for the eternal has a wind

forward backward into upon

gentle tickling of the grind.

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