Wednesday, June 29, 2022

That

In the subtle absence of one 

moment passing into another

we try to linger for what 

the word longer can’t contain.

Though deeper, elongation

remain as maybe possibilities

if we can refrain from trying 

to stop what cannot be stopped.

Funny to think what can be done

if we stop trying to do what 

can’t be.  Some would call that

eternity.  Or immaculate reality.


-Byron Hoot


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