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existence

How old am I? My age is…

A leap of time
Between Death and
Knowing;  

Curving
Round my soul,
It streaks out to the
Stars, becoming light,

It fuels
Me on or in or
Back or round,  

Depending
On how I look at it or
Listen in.

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Posted in coping, death, mindfulness, nature, release and tagged age, death, detachment, existence, healing, meditation, poem, poet, poetry, stars, time on November 24, 2013 by Beingeveryday. Leave a comment

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