Monday, 10 December 2012


we weren't.
Not that we ceased to be -
Inherently existing, being
nothing in particular, just becoming
the negative;
the inverse;
the pure.

Impacts; spinning
the earth beneath our feet
as we together cease
to be.

Every instant, we
both are and are not -
returning to existence with
pounding of five-feathered
wings on pavement.
Large hands slow and
small hands stop
as we divide ourselves between
the rubber sole of the being
and the soundless void of the not.


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