from one dimension to another
we travel like gypsies whose
sole purpose is move faster
that the time it takes to see
growing old and prospering;
traveling in and out of time is
like traveling in and out of a
fine woven tapestry that is too
precious to sell to just anyone
so it hangs of wall of admiration;
bodies set forth in motion cannot
remain silent from the sights
and sounds made transitioning
through parallel membranes or
the unpleasant dynamics of it all;
we see fire and smoke or perhaps
a burning bush or two but nowhere
can we imagine being out of time
as we know will happen when
we finally reach our destination.
24 October 2020
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