Chirality

James Long
May 9, 2022
1 min read

Updated: May 24, 2022

There are moments

seeds

when the world is so rich that I am lost in a thunderous

NOW

and times

when I sit caught in the swing of eternity

But lately

I have grown suspicious

as trees

That these two are one and the same

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