Life opens in front of me like a void with no singularity point. This is day one of eternity, how will it unfold?
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Stuck between inside & out
there is no time of day
I walk behind your before
listen to the tinkling of the bells.
The Angel of the Moon
watches you sleep
perfection is a word
minted for you.
Stranger’s jostle
no attention to detail:
your detail is diminished
there is no up or down
I’ve turned from love
into the deep unknown echo
of you.
