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Coming into Being
The ripple remembers the stone,
even when the stone is gone.
It renders time as visible,
in presence tense, echoing what's passed,
spreading, widening, breeding,
dividing and resonating,
coming into being.
But, the pond cannot ripple again,
until the being has been, and gone.
Like a bell it fades its final gong,
gathering up the still pieces,
remembering the lines and rings
of its last song for
coming into being,
for the coming into being,
coming into being.
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