Transient


I've befriended the mouse that lives in my room.
The ghosts in the shower.
The grey sky of noon.

A cadency hides in the songs of my storm.
The passing of time.
The riddle of form.

Haunted by the tide, each grain of sand knows:
Permanence is akin
To warm winter snow.

No moment or place where a static resides,
Save for fearful hearts -
Where change merely hides.

I've befriended the end built into the start.
The shadow of death
Lends life to the heart.

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