My voice/ Within one mind
A delicate cell mate/ A loving incubator
lingering longingly / dwelling swiftly
to live short term/ in the remnants of
from the instant uttered/ The past
to the moment heard/ The Present
that time may carry words from here / The Future
to their next place/ Spontaneous illusions of light
A hopeful resting place/ Abbreviated to one story
And made into a greater understanding of the soul
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