i ask
myself
as i peruse the shelves
of the big store.
permanent ink.
permanent press.
is there a permanent record
that keeps
score of all our doings,
our mistakes,
our regrets.
having been around for awhile
i see no such
thing as permanence.
not in work, or love, status,
or health.
we live, we die.
all things do.
permanence is a myth,
in my mind,.
change prevails.
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