Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Poem on this day in 2018

What if there was no outside - no division between the not so pure space where your thoughts & unthoughts reside and the drift & dander that clings to & coates all surfaces beyond the body?

What if this dust as soft & elusive as the milky moon seen through fog lit sky settled comfortably as the isness and no forms could ever be deciphered?

Julie Clarke © 2018

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