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Aug 2017
It has gone
sense of space
travelling along edge of mind
elegant 8

if I were to say it
there would be no sound
if I were to think it
it would not be defined
if I were to care
it would be quick to remind
it has come
it has gone

sense of space
around the edge
about face
staring at the dream
anxious that
I have already been.
existence is fleeting and never ending
Robert McKinlay
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Robert McKinlay  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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