sinking so slow...
it's a succulent feeling-
this sinking so slow-
without any edges
and nothing below...
it's a sweet pulling passion-
this falling in love-
without any reason
and nothing above...
it's wonderful welcome-
this settling in peace-
without any ending
and nothing to cease...
it's a fast falling freedom-
this finish of then-
without any after
and nothing again...
it's a clear crystal scatter-
this tossing of time-
without any finish
and nothing to chime...
Joy Weare,
12th January, 2009.
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