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


the flowing and ripping

at all I tried to keep still

Let go

Let go

now it’s gone



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