Always arriving,
Away everywhere,
The phrases filter
Like puddled water
In and through sandstone
Rising in a spring.
Take this for granted,
That’s alright by them,
But what a journey
A molecule makes
Through the grains of stone,
However many
Million times its own
Length, to re-emerge
As water in light.
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