To me it all says
Be! Be!
But who made being
Forms transform
Only the road stays road
And the task of finding
A few companions to walk with
Even if only for short distances
And a fleeting conversation
Thank God time is a fiction
His emissaries impose on us
From which we can now and then
Escape into that eternal moment
That still comes and goes
In us and between us
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