Overabundant motions gild
the pause button until
its golden existence
reveals storm's eye.
Dancing for history
and rushed utterings
will stop so pieces
of reality gain clarity.
All that's frozen shall
offer insight to gears
that turn me round
to shape my being.
All that's halted shall
bold intricate works
that create some sort
of soul's complex mold.
Yet the ever present
now continues ticking
stubbornly, as if
relief is some joke.
So
My desperate searching
for existence's temporary
ceasing will never end
until living is clearer.
















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What seems like a reasonable distance to one person may feel too far to somebody else. -Haruki Murakami, After Dark
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