In between

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The storm wines around the house corners

sputters in the trees

slammering the damper

wines in the smoke channels.

 

the step I took is behind me

the step I must take is in front of me

 

boiling in the depth in between

things that didn’t find the expressions

 

looking for opportunities

in the fine crack

between then and soon

 

gold glittering chances billow

yet formless

in the eternal source

 

the storm forcing me to wait

nothing I can do

except sinking down

in the crack

feel

the flowing and ripping

at all I tried to keep still

Let go

Let go

now it’s gone

Storm

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