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I found my way;
More bearable than your way.
My way has no stopwatch,
No expectant blank page,
No closed door.
My way has spaces,
Open windows,
Gaps, loops, connections, cracks.
I found my way;
My way has truth,
My way has me.
I found my way;
More bearable than your way.
My way has no checking,
No assumptions,
No answers.
My way has openings,
Uncertainty,
Opportunity, questions, choice.
I found my way;
My way has truth,
My way has me.
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– • –
Soul splitting rush
Scatters truth like leaves;
Through knowing forest
Crashes boundless creation.
Insatiable rays drive
Light forward, through;
Eye beyond fathom,
Infinitely seeking.
Flames of encyclopaedic beauty
Fuse beginning to end
In limitless genesis
Of journey’s thrall.
Kaleidoscope wings
Beat in eternal space,
Thrumming awe to distant stars,
Defying essence of beyond.
Your worlds beget worlds,
Your light sparks light.
Refract my life into wonder.
Eternal interloper in lives of known trajectory,
Peripheral, intangible
Far-edged voyeur of friendship’s face,
Inclining then retreating
Meagre home in worlds of others,
Families conjured by their own suns
Each space a restless pause; not yet arrived,
Visitor from unknown home
Travelling beside yet never with you,
Universal passenger
Fearfully incessant voice,
Arm’s length from everywhere
That place of jostling stillness,
Place of dense emptiness
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