in between
day in — day out
almostness
September 2014
the hour glass
waste
of her words
nothing . . .
all over in less
than a second
ingasp —
holding the light
no longer
groundswell
beneath the all
in all
at rest
light and darkness
overspent
light too brief —
the opening of words
to their source
twilight chorus —
the song carrying through
to silence
such a path
unfolding within
a tree's warmth
star gazing —
am I in my body
or not?
birth cry —
a moment's coming to be
of what wasn't
oh wow!
the M-theory
of it all
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