Wringing Your Hands Near a Salt Mine

Youthfulness is not ultimately
of the body, but of the spirit

A bicycle, once in motion
needs nothing on either side
only to retain it’s momentum

Like a tree, the body hosts
numerous things
Going back to the dawn of man

What emerged from the water
still glistens in the sun

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