awas amidst
the bits and bobs of my pseudo-sleep,
check my watch oft and habitually,
understand
that the actual time is not what I seek,
no, what I desire is reassurance of
some sort,
that time is present,
that it is yet measured,
in my about, breathable,
that time is there,
for it is the wonderous of wonder,
it’s a
present of and is love itself,
love is time…
(think on it)
it is all possibility,
the future in
slow motion is both
realizable & visible even
as we daily practice realizing it,
as if
time is
snuggling us
as a glove,
asking us each,
place your hand inside,
and waving yours
airy about
into your
new existence,
that we dare not waste,
so
write and right
are no accident, but
equals, friends,
brothers and sisters,
one is both
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 8:34 AM UTC
awas amidst
the bits and bobs of my pseudo-sleep,
check my watch oft and habitually,
understand
that the actual time is not what I seek,
no, what I desire is reassurance of
some sort,
that time is present,
that it is yet measured,
in my about, breathable,
that time is there,
for it is the wonderous of wonder,
it’s a
present of and is love itself,
love is time…
(think on it)
it is all possibility,
the future in
slow motion is both
realizable & visible even
as we daily practice realizing it,
as if
time is
snuggling us
as a glove,
asking us each,
place your hand inside,
and waving yours
airy about
into your
new existence,
that we dare not waste,
so
write and right
are no accident, but
equals, friends,
brothers and sisters,
one is both
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