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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The In-Between



The In-Between
In the in-between,
I hold on to symbols
that carry me
as they resound
Gifts to consciousness
from unconscious mind,
the present presence of
hours between waking
and dreaming
Here and there
moments sway
with sudden depth
and I am overcome
Awareness fills in
the holes
created by collisions
of time and space
And because of these
brushes with eternity,
I am made whole.
I am made whole.

1 comment:

  1. A full, remarkable and well written poem. It is indeed those "brushes with eternity".

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