A Flourishing  
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Forwards, backwards,
up-ways and down-ways
and side-ways.

Time flows out of creation.

Not as a river, 
but as a fountain;
a flourishing,
of what was, and will be,
through what is.

For ‘life’ as we know it,
is an interpretation 
of experience.

And we are always
reinterpreting,
in all ways.

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