Something More

There are waves,

of something more,

star light,

coming at us from the past,

millions of years forward tracking,

across space,

from its time,

through time,

into our time,

and when I break,

twisting and turning,

in disgust about

socks on the floor,

crusty impenetrable snow,

phrases that hold me captive,

anything of the petty mind,


there are the waves,

that I am part of,

and full of,

from another time,

through time,

into my time,


something more.





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