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Quiet.
Quiet.
No need rush the
wonder as the angles
sidelines cross back against the inside…
To plan the beginning,
moving,
further and then back…
Transfigured night,
what has come in from the shore,
now…
Chance meetings
reveal themselves
clearly
in the drifting seconds of the pulse.
Divided end conquers
the serene moments
as they drift towards an ever-moving horizon…
The known seeking something,
as the deep sound of life
resonates just below being.
The tides, turning over,
moments that float by,
and the air we breathe…
Where the call of light fades
and the deepening glow moves
out of sight,
the moment is still
Picture of light
seen backwards and through the glass,
Wonder,
profoundly…