We’re no grains of sand
On the vast shores of time
Dumb, irresolute, unable to anger
Or submit
We’re not mute glaciers
Unparticipating, unrelenting
Uninterested, wasting or waxing
All the same
We are not like a moon
In unblissful unawareness
Of its unserene
Bondage
No planets or pebbles
No turbulent magma,
Or unmoving nothingness
No human can aspire to that.
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