this tram up and down,
the water from the fountain,
both within the limit
of the same and same,
again and again,
up,down,up,down.
no energy can be lost
and love cannot be wasted.
how transient i am,
how free in my way,
moving out of my source
i can reach all and everywhere
not fixed to rails
nor to engineered flow,
i can just go
and see the variety
and the patterns of life,
fabricated,constructed,
following paths of the mind,
i am nothing but a witness
like a bird on a branch
caught in stillness
of movement,
holding his breath
to listen to the sound
of wind and life,
for a time,
until i feel my wings
pulsing for flight,
to take off
without memory,
but still i know.
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