Is there a space for the place I need to freeze?
If I run through the motions, my emotions, hurriedly,
I run the machine, not my-Self….
Take time out
Step back…
…into carved space, curved place in time,
Against existing in scattered fragments, I gather my
speckled selves like shattered shells on a distant shore,
unity forlorn, unity loving.
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