weathering games
The first time I encountered it
A rock that vaguely resembles another rock
I had known before
Familiar rock type and colors
But the ocean is not the sea
When the tide is low,
the waves twirl around it slowly,
drawing me in
Over time watching,
the water movement around the rock
opened portals into other temporalities
Suddenly,
she no longer stands in solitude
From the perspective of geologic time
this rock was once attached to a shore
External forces came together as such
Eroding away small pieces
Time after time
What does time look like from the perspective of the rock?
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