Paradox of the now

Rest whispers a few stanzas
the song was written in the moment
on the slope of a ruin
someone falls
the chair that was patterned
no longer fits
fall my angel
let yourself feel the space as your own protection
in the wind that peels away a cover
left is no longer the body.

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