There is something I can't quite see.
Tingling mind's
Awakened to possibility.
Grains in the corner of an eye
Are a clue
But they slip like dry sand down the lines
Of a hand and there is no time
To dive in
To not knowing: I grasp as I climb,
I see the one two three, jump in
To the beat;
It is ours to end or to begin.
These thoughts of unknown things are travelling;
Age old beliefs are now unravelling.
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