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A seamless congregation
hinged to a nameless reason
shifting yet
never changing its course
such randomly fluid movement
thrown into
a grand spectacle of unison
sweeping
for an unknown target
which moves downstream
ever constantly
flowing out of nowhere
hell bent on the impossible
so persistently perceptive
no interruption
will sway the precise concentration
of this faerie dance

if there is no beginning
can there be an end?
but
nothing ever ends
only
a different shift this time
a shift without time
back into some sort of
nowhere
the return
for we only ever go
there and back again

this here is now
it is not the happened
nor the will-happen
but a restless in between
of fluid movement

and a seamless congregation.