A Poem: Still | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

Time moves.

I am still.

The body moves.

I am still.

The mind moves.

I am still.

She dies.

I am still.

He dies.

I am still.

I die.

I am still.

Yes, still.

I still am.

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