noosphere

we are too close
to the end of these sad bad times
to stop moving


what lives here:
microfiction, science, philosophy
poetry, autobiography, ethos, time

a little night, and daytime, music

May
11th
Sun
11:46 pm
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the universe is full
of more than light can show us

dust, darkness, a choir of darklight
the brilliance behind our eyes
limning our thoughts to flesh and bone

light into dark all that an eye can tell us
hands tell the stories of time and dance
skin, the memory of love
hearts hope
mouths desire

we are but time made flesh
brittle bones and flight

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