folded in wind

some places are no longer the same.
the wind blows.
and the appearances say nothing.
all else are the same.

what draws the line between spaces?
one point to another.
past or present, here or there.
all else are the same.

there are erasures in time.  in space.
only the mind that bears knows.
the bearer and the burden.
all else are the same.

what can be done with traces?
that this pair of shoes is most likely
similar to what was once known.
all else are the same.

no one speaks anymore, weighed
down by the weight of explanations.
a ball lies at the center.
and no one dares to look

although some child 
within wants
to answer the beckon.
all else remain the same.