Everything
passes-
Only emptiness remains...brief yet
eternal.
And formless thoughts once traced beneath the
ache of momentary fingers,
Fall in tender folds against the
void.
Everything
passes-
And still there is a rise again to
what once held form.
We are at once all that ever
passes and the emptiness
that remains.
We are the ache beneath
momentary fingers.
Remembered.
Love,
Eric
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