Roller coaster
Yes; time is fluent
It is oily, liquid, mercury
Time goes on and goes on non-stop
Sometimes cut in drop
As it is mercury,
Reforming, reshaping, remixing,
On itself, ‘the mirror’
Flexing
In cycle…but never as before…
Look at birth and the death
Then death and, the rebirth
Birth again, new death
In forms of water, cloud
Vegetables, animals and on; on
What is last?
Can one say?
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