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afterwards

June 26, 2013

where time was made
there was space,
but now that this made-time
and made-space
are empty,
tiny pockets of space and time
are collecting like dust
on the floor
in a darkened room.

while the light stays off,
the dust is only there
because bare feet,
walking soft and slow,
can feel each grain

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Núria permalink
    June 27, 2013 1:46 pm

    There is always afterwards.

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