Believe 

They come 

And they go

Passing through for their short scene

It’s own significance taken for granted

Then blowing away slowly like a smoke ring in the house air

It’s own form retains itself for a bit

Then the inward spin slows

It loses shape

Then is forgotten in its time

Until the next other comes into view 

And we believe again

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