the moment of inertia
a moment
frozen in time
motionless
melting
in the heart of a drip
held in time
the inner eye
clear in the maelstrom
of history
cares not one fig
if it is ripe or not for
the falling is suspended
a cobweb it is not
a diamond it is
we are two facets
of a joint life
you an i
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