(space between)



In the air
between trees
below the grass
between light and shadow
before dawn and dusk
between thought and word
There
it flows:
not pyroclastic
engulfing
not truth
with its myriad meanings
nor our tales
fraught with interpretations
the observer
the observed
and the space between

(August 2001-April 2003, from Primogenitive Folly)

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