Flux

The dogma of the temporal nomad

is an acceptance of the evanescence

of all, from the lacklustre to the astral, 

for even what purports to alter one's course

on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether, 

and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,

able solely to be resurrected by a Memory

so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms

using mud procured from the riverbank 

where Heraclitus sat and saw only Flux...

Mud

◄ Beatitude

Son of the Sun ►

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Kevin Tan

Tue 24th May 2022 16:03

Welcome, Holden 😊

Holden Moncrieff

Tue 24th May 2022 01:38

Thank you so much for your kind comments, John and Kevin, I'm truly grateful! 😎😊

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Kevin Tan

Sun 22nd May 2022 11:06

told you, mystic. he's a mystic

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John Botterill

Sun 22nd May 2022 08:09

An amazing poem, Holden. As usual you have hit the centre of your target!
I love the
'Soon to be rejected by a newq born present.'
So true... 😎

Holden Moncrieff

Sat 21st May 2022 22:27

That's the apt question! 😉 Thanks, KJ!

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kJ Walker

Sat 21st May 2022 06:57

But was it the SAME river?

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