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BETWEEN GOING AND STAYING THE DAY WAVERS
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Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with it's own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
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All is visible and all is elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
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Paper, book , pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
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Time throbbing in my temples repeats
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
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The light turns the invisible wall
into the ghostly theater of reflections.
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I find myself in a middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
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The moment scatters. Motionless.
I stay and go: I an a pause.
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