Will wonders
never cease
opening
pain to perception
dull to quickening
knowing to nothing
moment to ever
Will disconnect ever give
way to connection
revealing
this vast secret of collective
guarded mystery of belonging
inside joke of interdependence
Life does give
and I am given over
and over
but cannot seem to really offer
Love does make
and I am unmade
and remade
a thousand wrenching times
I would even say reborn
still knowing next to nothing
of love or of making
How do people find it
possible to spin these sticky webs
and keep on living in them
How give all to weaving
these fragile finite fraying lives
then unravel them and start again?
How such facile words
of any life or lives outside of this
when this one shudders, shivers
grinds its gears
slips out of Motion and back in
and reincarnates here in this continuum
yet again
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