flicker little light
the island of dogs
is engulfed by fog today
hiding from my gaze
are the sleepwalkers
of the shores
the unknowing
they are like the structures of piers
that winter left bare
the gravel path is reborn under my shoe
as the soul weaves the body’s construction together
i am only ever becoming
they left roses for the one who crossed the stream
souls flicker only their time
Panta rhei, everything flows. Heraclitus is known for the concept of flux applied to the excisting. According to Heraclitus, logos (meaning word/discourse/reason) is the regularity in amidst change. The reality for Heraclitus was always flickering, like a flame.
earth ground soil 