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Unabridged

�The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.� - Henri Bergson

I feel, I felt
tingles in the far recesses of my soul
swirling in an ever circular motion
surrounding the pounding of my heart
resounding inside and out
my echo's chamber

I find comfort in that peace
your stillness, the silence
all I am hearing is love
bleeding slowly into me
transmitting signals
rushing alongside clear blue waters
swimming up into my substanance
my existence
filtering in thru the green
of those auspicious duck pond eyes

your gift warms me
each syllable entrusted
as life lies naked at our door
unabridged stories taking hold
we walk away from the past
and yesterday's wars