“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label stopping. Show all posts
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Opposing forces
Stopping is an ongoing resistance
as is suppression in constant suspension
which needs us more than keeping the flow
with a little observance gains new speed
relative to the distance from the object of desire.
I admire this tenacity
I'll come around the other side
and you will know I've let go.
Image (rendering) By NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, magnetic field of Earth.
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