Each event is quite unique;
Nothing ever happens twice.
What occurs will not recur;
There can be no second time.
Even gear teeth will have changes
By the time they mesh again;
Though they seem to stay the same,
Hard things slowly wear away.
As for softer things, they move,
Varying in shape and place,
And in memory and hope,
Twenty-seven thousand days.
Still I keep a single name,
Labelling a twinkling sea,
Though it is ten billion waves
that are constituting me.
Theodore Melnechuk
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