...and the blink of an eye becomes a lengthened
lapse in time. The wear of thought stands none fold
to an uninsulated mind.
The tracers of foxes feed the streams, a step forward
takes me where I need to be, not to where I see.
Unmeasured structures twist and reform at the trials
of time, but time does not exist here. I have eternity
to find my ease.
I am happy that home has found me in this soundscape,
and under these cloudless, cosmic skies.
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