times…

times…

 

the things you do not see

are the realities that nib you in the 

heart. you can feel them – they even 

smell like hemlock…

 

they are meshed waters of hope & despair,

punctuated with the need to die –

joys of the other world unknown &

possible sorrows untold…

if you thought life was all for the moments 

when wheels glide, pull off your shoes & sprint

on tiles…

do it when it rains & again when it it’s dry –

maybe you’d answer why you cannot tame 

joy for all times…

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