~ immaterial… ~
Reach out and touch me,
with other than your words,
you can’t
for I am not there.
Though my heart is real,
my spirit is not made of matter,
my spirit
is immaterial.
Material things do not matter
to me,
at least as much as they matter
to many.
am immaterial.

Time never stops, and it never changes.

Time is like a stream we flow through.

Is all we really are ripples in time’s flow?

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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