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time hums upward hums time



If I should sing swollen with momentary things
caught in the slow stringing of this place,
then nothing else must follow.

          A moment crowns
          and dives away.

Mother couldn’t see to say it, but
perpetuation is relentlessly stilling,
this Kairos unfurling,
casting lines in to wade.
Boy ankles about a reflecting pool, penetrating shallow faces of god.
Wet leaves cling to white shins.

          The narrator barely moves,
          grows stricken at the sight


of having been,
after all,
the crux of the matter.




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  • Night Hope gold member
    March 11

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    You Sooo ROCK, M'Lady...



    Jen...sheesh, Woman...that first LINE. And everything else thereafter. Sighhh...PUBLISH. PUBLISH. PUBLISH. This lil' ol' liberryan wants your words in her greedy, voraciously~reading paws...LOL


  • azure of sulfur
    March 10
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    no criticism. just enjoyed it for what it is.