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When that time stood still
just one inch and separated
finally ... centuries folded back their moments
as I, but not just me, was seeing
every wonderful thing expressed
all being conceived, and
every reason justified
for all eternity.
I couldn't help but laugh
at the whole face of my history
displayed and laid out for my adoration.
Without a doubt, a slice of time
rolled itself out
for my temporary viewing.
As the experiences faded
I held on to that scene
as if I, the me, here now
had just woken up from a dream
that held me captured in that charade.
That after morning coffee and many temptations
I'd soon forget any meaning since betrayed in this:
My seeming world ... then,
and even now ...
In my decomposing, aching body ...
everything we know ... we really know!
And we are all entitled as the bearers ...
eye witnessess to the divine, and the obscene ...
I saw myself there, in the beginning of simplicity.
The beauty is extreme
to behold while separated
in this (mean) time ...
And in between our sources
and seeming sacrifices
is a purposeful scheme