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March 24, 2014 / Fantelius

Rubbing Shoulders with Eternity

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I feel eternity looking over my shoulder.
She doesn’t pretend not to be there.
I feel her smile
but can’t decipher it.
Is she playing prophet or jester?
How can such an enormous hand
touch so gently?
How can something so vast
fit into a crack of my soul?
I return her smile
and hear her laughter
echo through the canyons of the cosmos.

 

“Every second is infinitely new.”
Dartwill Aquila

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