Now and then you turn upside down
even when the rolling stones gather no moss.
Then the thoughts
–both yours and mine-
became a back-and-forwards pendulum.
My chameleonic ego
changed colour
from white to black
and suddenly transparent.
Threads mixes,
touches, moves away, flows
and then everything turns into sea and ski.
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