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Traveling Light


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Moving through still time, its opposite,
it creates no friction. They are both gifts,
one the infinite eye of the needle
the other threads. Occupies.
Emptiness is full of itself,
a never air, the lens for being.
In the long way of this place,
the afterthought of gasses becomes
what we tune in, its tickless
preoccupation and amaze our present.
If such light made a sound
it would be as if the wide spacewind
formed a bell of itself,
and a smaller wind within, and rang.

Dabney Stuart, Poetry, November, 2005 also in Poetry Daily

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[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

wonderful!!
and oooh thanks for the linky!
poetry emailed to me!! how fabulous! :)