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No, this is not the sum of my life ...
a simple equation of distance traveled
minus the time of impact
There were braids of thread
that wound around the world
in tiny moments ...
each colored with a flavor
of thought
distinctive and raw
Then why do I look behind me
and see only the shadows
winking from the distance
their strange remembrances
Was there ever a glue
that tied this jigsaw together
Maybe never is too strong a word
for the truth of the matter ...
but the skin of my bones
won’t give up its ghost
to answers looked for
in tea leaves and deep pockets
So I’ll just dance ...
alive in this radiant moment
bouncing on the creaking floorboards
of what came before
and worry about the math later
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Brava, Madame Librarian!!! Excellent penning, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie, 
