#1252 - there is a stillness to which we all belong

 

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there is a stillness to which we all belong

 

it isn’t on our streets

the heart can’t keep up

 

to guess is to draw a line

 

say ‘yet’

 

it’s not the universe expanding

or any atom known

 

neither this nor that

 

if ‘written’ then you’re travelling

you’ll already have come far

 

nor will you rest nights

but elsewhere then

 

nothing remains

 

you just have to think of the wings

and gone

 

there wasn’t the day ever stopped for us quite

 

it cannot be ash air dust

all stir

 

you cannot say it comes floating by

 

think of the still frame from a dream

somehow you got there

you’ll get back

 

the way back will be easier

 

every word has another side

spoken to be

 

bird to its branch, just this once

 

anything could be a clock

 

it’s to the stillness must imagine

 

there never was a moment

but we were on the way