#483 -- to be out of time in the moment

 

26.iv.21

483

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to be out of time in the moment 

never know 

see over the edge into things    

so cloudshone bright      

casts no shadow neither I 

glimpse up sun

every heavenly body

kind of a bellows here we are    

steady as the heart goes   

poem is moment too   

comes with own earworm 

(second movement Beethoven’s seventh)

 

take it from and to the day 

tricked out a dream to light

I have loved others    

but this one now

I am

in the moment out of time 

see over things in the edge 

and just about to fall