ANOTHER BLINK

 

One look is gone

In another blink it appears

Where do things come from.

And where do they go

Fetch it

It becomes water

Leave it

It remains a River.

Roll a coin

Away it goes

With its beginning and end

Perspective

Makes your  vision relative 

Things go away

only to return anew

Each day the Sun rises

Same brightness is a different light.

So has 

Yesterday and tomorrow

Ever been.

Things hide 

In the place of their visibility

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