MOVING MATTER
Again and again
I return to this space
Where patterns and people
Have no name, no face
The table is set
With a feast to take
Meat and bones together
From what thoughts make
Every trip back
I see something new
How the lies developed
To present as truth
The light from within
Shines out to dim eyes
Invitation to leave
Becomes the tie that binds
I know grace is here
But it feels like the end of the line
I will not be allowed to return
Because there is no more time
...matter moved on
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-18-2026
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