I align myself with floorboards, perpendicular to a blackened glass, stretch; lengthen my life, they say, while coffee brews. Making a cat, a cow, a downward dog, I think of all that I have learned about you. How, for every question you have answered, another has taken its place, and a space, that should be closing, has only opened to new and infinite possibility. Herein, I think, as my blood stirs, lies the mystery that Enoch called God. It feels odd to find it between us—this space—undeserved. At least it does now, before coffee. Maybe this will change when my cup is full.
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It seems endless this space, this time? I don't feel it seems odd. We tend to seek each other for what ever reasons and I hope you enjoyed your cup of coffee this morning :)
ReplyDeletea space, that should be closing, has only opened to new and infinite possibility.
ReplyDeletefor all of our adding up and tearing apart the same space or void or all exists. isn't that something? and then we die. a real mystery to be sure.
xo
erin
I wonder if animals think as much as humans. they do seem to sense things before we do... maybe cause we are too busy thinking.... keener sight, taste, smell, hearing...i'm not sure about touch..
ReplyDelete... my thoughts are wandering or wondering..
oh to be a dog for just one day...just to know, a bit.