Durante

In constant change
everything moves and ceases to be
what it was before.
At a forced pace
there is nothing old under this sun
everything lasts nothing.

Who wants to be eternal
who wants to be an eternal witness?
Who wants to be spinning forever
looking at their belly?

Crossed stories
each in their own chessboard
their own move.
In constant change
there was never before
there will be no after
only during.

Who wants to be eternal
who wants to be an eternal witness?
Who wants to be spinning forever
looking at their belly?