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We Are Suspended In Transit

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  We are in Transit Poem: We step forward. Each step stirs dust into the air. The dry, shifting evening air. The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and just. At this hour. And yet shared. This is where time unravels. Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without. No words, no destination. This is the place. This is the sacred space. Each step cannot ignore faith. Where time unravels. Where movement lingers without end. A witness, a silent guardian. Beginnings and endings. Both here in the distance. The burden we carry is more than we thought. It is more than it is more than distance. It's the stories waiting to be uncovered. And the bond we strengthen along the way. Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward. At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found. We walk in the in-between. Each step whispers. Here we are. Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit

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Empty Patch in the Sky
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NASA/ESA +Hubble Space Telescope

Am I driving myself backwards or am I falling myself forwards
My face feels ripped by the speed of contradiction
This feels quite normal - doom, destruction, power, explosion, and drift
In with a chance but blown away by the spectacular
Like riding a rocking horse
Easy to move but never getting anywhere
Am I right to waste this energy
My loss or societal

This fog is temperamental
I cannot get an exact answer
I cannot deduct
The holes in my space keeps opening and closing
Too fast to respond I am never there, never in the right position
Forever thinking post-event but never in-event

Looking for hints, clutching at nothingness
What is visible and what is behind that I cannot see
I'll cry like a baby and then suddenly stop
Cry stop cry stop never to look back in-fear
In-fear of fear

Where am I in this formation?
Did I contribute to this empty patch?
Is that really me?
Did you see me glow?
Or is it me hidden behind the darkness?












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