Sedna’s Message

Sedna’s Message

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Transience is time making ghosts of each memory.
Each memory forms your unique perspective
Perspective of dunes stretching miles o’er the sea
See tiny grains passed from one hour to next
Next hour, next day, next year and next life
Life’s but the flap of a butterfly’s wing
Wings at the speed of a note going higher
Higher until it now hangs suspended
Suspended in nets of tangled old words
Words strewn on page and left in a bottle
Bottle cast away with tide choosing home
Home is elusive and lives in our youth
Youthfulness pure before learning transience
Transience is time making ghosts of each memory.