Misspelled Cosmos and seaman, I was drunk, alone, and emotional when I wrote it. The picture is of my last night sleeping in a house I lived in for close to 9 years. Those were the only things really left in the house.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Friday, April 5, 2024
Ceaseless
What was
Isn't
What is
Won't be
What will be won't be
Inch by inch
Day by day
In every way
Change and change and change again
Here we are in quantum death
Never dead and always dying
Always a different river always a different man
This the way of deathless dying
But what could be might be
And what might be
Very may will be
But all remains
And all is lost again and again
This the only true permanence the paradoxical nonsense of solidity
Isn't
What is
Won't be
What will be won't be
Inch by inch
Day by day
In every way
Change and change and change again
Here we are in quantum death
Never dead and always dying
Always a different river always a different man
This the way of deathless dying
But what could be might be
And what might be
Very may will be
But all remains
And all is lost again and again
This the only true permanence the paradoxical nonsense of solidity
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