that moment

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that one
moment in
time and
space so
tremendously
full of possibilities.

as if awakening from an
endless dream into the
world, this world,
that one moment.

touching,
mind to
mind do
not mind
my mind
as wind
whispering.

silent
shuffling
sounds fill
the emptiness
so cavern-like
yet not ever
hopeless.

that one moment
all of time
past rolls
back to
the present
seasonal shift
as we drift from
day to day with
trees as the
ambassadors
of time.

my mind
folds and
shutters yet
never alone with
the songs and words
and worlds i can create
with the fingers moving in
some kind of way as to weave
a glimpse of reality to the
screen - this one in this
moment unfolding deftly
if not aligned to my
mind-soul if you do
not mind, i forget
mine as a concept
sometimes and i
strive to be
alive with
no lies.

words add up
but the collective
sounds and images perhaps
flickering in the dark depths
of your subconscious mind the mine
has many layers and levels much
like a maze with no center or
escape, and yet the hope
flies back, calming &
comforting. show
you are brave.

i am too.

you saw two
moments maybe;
whispers alone
of thoughts and
singular moments
frozen in time as
memories. my only
neighbors are in
the back of my
mind but when
the time is
right all
will fall
into place -
this particular
moment in space and
time. i will never forget
the sound of falling in love
or the regret of choices made.

above all is love.

look inside and outside.

the universe a pale disk of
lights and electricity spinning
not so out of control as life pops
up here and there, connecting to the
all of everything so vast in this uni-
verse and yet the prose-poem of reality
is so much larger. Bigly you might say if
you were a master of words, but me, simply
a humble poet, i must muster the memories of
the muscle of the mind so layered and deep as
time flows in and around us, slowing or speeding
as needed to reflect the intricate shadows of your
intuition dancing on the walls of timeless caves we
never left. not totally. the halls of the mind
call out your name and mine, and i realize they
are so similar in pitch and tone but still so
different - all of us floating to and fro -
going and knowing. striving and growing.

time winds down. the universal endpoint
unfathomable amounts of time away and
yet maybe someday in some way the
song of one soul will sway in
and save the day in a way
as of yet unrealized.

sometimes, i step
back and see all
of humanity as
a series of
streams.
energy.
slowly.
ending.
fading into
eternity.

and on those occasions,
so brief and painful,
the rest of life always
seems to paint another
picture not so real in
the ways that matter.

whispers of that moment
echo as songs and laughter
and if i stop and concentrate
i can sometimes hear the timeless
melody, that particular frequency of
strings at the bottom of what we
are able to see with our
current machines.

outside of the
routines lies
madness and
illumination
as many wayward
souls have said over
the years. i won't drop
names, but you can imagine
the ones i might if i would.
instead, think about the
present moment unfolding
even now as you read and
maybe somehow comprehend
the end of time and that
moment when the eternity
that was and will be all
majestically falls there
in that moment when ever
-ything makes sense as a
programmer might say and
sing at the top of their
lungs. chasm of thoughts
forgotten by all except...

that moment.

dropping

you can drop my name, anytime.

...

You can drop my name too.

this part my fave:

whispers of that moment
echo as songs and laughter
and if i stop and concentrate
i can sometimes hear the timeless
melody, that particular frequency of
strings at the bottom of what we
are able to see with our
current machines.

this is goody goodness. so rich I almost need to drink a glass of milk with it. PS have I told you lately that I am back in Muncie again? hahah. We should talk.

life is full of possibilities and the thrill of the unknown is so great.

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