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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

Kyoto Mound



Evidenced prosperity and eternal continuation
Meticulously realised

Requirement proof of achievement
Dedicated resources symbolised

Making sure the job was done
Finding a way to demonstrate the cause

Accounted merit & overlooked squander
Each concentration of power justified

Then scale is diverted to an even more grand stature
These the practices of the elite



The stories we tell ourselves
To allow it at home
The power of beautiful impressions 
Being both good and bad
Desirable and undesirable










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