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Here I am in thinking space
Pondering the spinning toss
That I should sit here dwelling
Inhabiting life’s double cross
Infants know that questions
Can be shortcuts to what’s known
Not realising how time changes
When the fertile seeds have grown
Moments hide hereafter routes
In a comfort cloak of calm
When speed arrives succeeding
Without raising the alarm
The problem with the hard and fast
Is how temporarily
Like states of metamorphosis
Suggesting changes set us free
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