I might as well
have no
concept
of object permanence
Because every time
I turn around
things keep shifting
One moment things
are falling to the ground
and then
every thing has settled
A tree
loses it's leaves
but next spring
they will have appeared again
A house catches alight
flames licking the wood
But turning a back to it
for a year
the house is no more
on fire
An ever altering
world
has no concept of
object permanence
because permanent is
is a figment of our imagination