By Thomas Caterer
It’s some kind of joke
that so much despair stems from the idea
that value is found in permanence
but that value is found in transience
the perfect offence faces off against
the perfect defence, and how then to judge
the outcome of the contest?
A perfect little moment in time; a child’s laugh
their smile as they play with you
time marches on, and they will grow so fast
we’ll all die, the universe too
so then transience wins
but it always goes on, life goes on, love continues to flow
an eternal sea, its waves lapping against a shore
waning then waxing, relenting, then taking back ground
so then permanence wins
They remain entwined
perhaps things can be trusted to change when they must
and come back when they should
and you, a shaved ape, need not worry yourself to death
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