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stepping time

2008/01/08 in poems

stepping time
by tanner brockwell

stepping time
in the whirl world of motion
burning steps traced a pattern
the unwrit unspoke dance
the illusive memory
the ghost of a chance
the long forgotten
the only past
so it is and so are we
the spinning turbulence
the sky kissed motes
and they dance before the beam
of singly best be born
reborn the twice lived
scattering every sixty-fourth
i am grounded i am flight
i am soaring before the light
and dancing singly moving so
i can catch a breath or take it slow


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