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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 Luminous Transcendence


Overwhelm our logic
From personalized layers of interpretation
Feared, worshiped, and misunderstood

From folklore to fairy-tales my story circles
Threatening, protecting and wilding
This uncivilized self
This authentic nature
This warning
This I don't know

My predatory nature 
My sweat sweat talk
Something is not quite right
I am the death of me

Challenge me to confront
Better ruined than dead
In this dream of crazy sounds

I fiercely seek shelter
from ill wind
from shackles
from shame

Distant callings
Come back into the light
from devastation to heartbreak








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