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[proximoception]

Relentless slip of the river,
Or spinning in place of the sea:
Best to be ever arriver,
Or better, arrived, just to be?
Were we to do just one forever,
Wouldn't we find they agree:
Spinning in place from too long of a slip,
Slipping through time as we spin where we sit.

Words can level the world to a page,
But the rage for the same is at last just a rage.
Though you paste purple papers on every inch
It's the shape, not the color, of world that's the pinch.

So try as we might it's all the same?
It's a shame that the same is the name of the game.

You do it again but the joke's on you.
There's two of us talking - are we the same two?

We're the same two that talk as the seconds die.

Once again arrived here where none ever arrive.