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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

Celeste In the Heat of Defeat


The want to live and roam in packs
Outside of the grand illusions
Of stories escaping domestication
The discovery of heroism

Thrown out and swept away
Rules regarding behavior and conduct in conflict
Attention to the role and responsibility of group expectations
Once belonged now defeated

Their behavior was abhorrent
My behavior is exemplary
In honor of their fortitude

Formed in shelter and missing when it counts
Combatants no longer seen playing together
A conspiracy of self
No longer the victim
Now to the enemy broken and in respect

Acting in avoidance of each other's need
With no want to reconcile
Strike with unreserved violence
Feast in the power to inflict
In the rightful place of order and fear

The home coming return
The passage to smite
The awareness gained in loss
Now in admittance and reconstituted







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