The Touch of Time
Who are you?
today I breathe you
into my nostrils
into my blood stream
into my body
into my being
and I do not understand
at all
yesterday
no more than a breath
now from that alone
a whirlwind
roaring, ascending
breaking time and space
creating place
out of the void
and there is you
dumbfounding me
do I know you?
when there is nothing
then there is something
and still to come
there is the matter
of exhalation
~
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