A world away
or only Half
but far enough to,
to wear and fray.
Where is the center?
Can you find middle ground?
Always: one lost, one found.
How places change…
It’s uncanny.
Time’s the horizon:
such a wide range.
It’s so uncanny,
how time changes everything
and selects nothing…
A world between
time, place between.
You are the center.
You are between.
Hold to yourself now.
You are a world, beautiful.
You are beautiful.
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