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Eye of the Soul Catcher [92]

Eye of the Soul Catcher

Atoms dance in the ether,
words stirring with each breath,
cleansing themselves of our existence,
once dead, refurbished as it were,
ready to be used again.

So words disintegrate with time,
change meanings, get lost in a sweep
of history, their kingdom overthrown; and,
letters cleansed of meaning recombine,
until even beloved symbols forget time.

But I am the Windsock, obeying your direction.
And I am the Eye of the Soul Catcher,
keeper of your existence. For I am eternal,
beyond atoms, words and time.

© Kåre Enga [174.92] (21.may.2017)

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