Our bodies are stardust.
Our thoughts, if they are really ours
are just echoes of someone's thoughts,
it seems their authorship is buried by Time.
What has left of us in such a short period of time
we call our life?
What is ours?
The wave cannot catch up with further wave.
The sea and the sky are always different.
Our atomic clock is a futile attempt
to make at least some consistency
or accuracy
in this everlasting world.
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
Futility
© Copyright: Валентин Лученко, 2021
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