there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing

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that
gentle pure
space

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it’s worth

​

centuries of
existence

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say

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just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

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that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won’t
get it all

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ever.