Grand Arches

I reach past what I
grasp, what I feel
when you feel me
eyes watching, ears
listening, skin sensing
…I let the moment
stand, settle become
the baseline and run
as blood through
grand arches through
time and infinite
space; my madness
personified; the ties
that bind that connect
that divide myself
into here and now
into pieces into
disconnected through
those arches
through time and
direction, through
the moments that
stood once as
gateways…I laugh at
the thought of
individuality, like 
knowing North makes
me a compass, we
are all connected
subjected infected
selected by our own
motivations to be
to see, to hear, to
fear the infinite space
the absence of grace…
the reaching forward
when behind is all we
really know

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