Shapeshifting

The world is all just shapeshifting
Altering, swirling, sliding, sifting
With the sands of time drifting by
Word and motion seem piffling

And yet I snatch at the fog lifting
Engaging in my own light grifting
For all that is sly, the meaning is nigh
And any discredit is rifting





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