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Suddenly I was there again
in the distance and staring to myself
for a few more minutes.
The tide is her now
low and clear the surrounding of current
the ground of things are.
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
I drive home and turn
because there is a being over there
I don’t want to be.
Life and tales cannot conserve
the things that had once natures roots
our breath tells and takes.
Is she the first who dares.
Or the last who jumps backwards.
To get in line or to escape.
An unclear moment caught in time.
