The Tension
Between the sky and the shadow or whatever space
is allowed between them, heaves the Tension.
Surely, between whatever binds everything to nothing
and the trace of distinction between life and dying
is nothing’s extension.
And still the end of this space is his beginning to know
where ends he whose touch is the question.
is allowed between them, heaves the Tension.
Surely, between whatever binds everything to nothing
and the trace of distinction between life and dying
is nothing’s extension.
And still the end of this space is his beginning to know
where ends he whose touch is the question.
-- From A Circle's Cipher, Still Points
A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems, 2009
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