Moment

 

at any given
moment
we can become
transparent
without the wind stopping
or waves counting
on themselves to be
waves

change
and change again
rises through a thousand
camp fires on and endless
plain before the oldest
battle for the brilliant
emerald valley inside
a moment of
nothing
but
a breath

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