Life, like the clouds in a blue sky, changes slowly;
I turn onto my stomach to feel the sun on my back.
Afternoon progresses; the clouds of fortune and
misfortune transmute many times over;
I turn onto my back, onto my side and round again;
the sun comes out and the sun goes in
and all the time, with no more than an occasional, indolent
glance at the sky, shadows are passing, shapeless to me.
Slow as it is, life flashes by,
and all is changed completely before I quite grasp it.
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