Moment
A glance, a bit, rather,
In your direction,
Was in the mechanical,
Turning and cycling stage,
Of the transition of my eye.
A moment in time was paused,
For the purpose ---
Of making all things,
Like this matter.
And when in such directions,
A reflex is made at measured speed,
One finds time to reflect
And purposefully make note,
Not, your image, but the break,
The line drawn in time,
To put down what was before,
And collect air for the after.
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