Here in this moment in time
as shadow people drift into our waking presence,
daily reflections consist of lifetimes ago.
We are among the living,
edging towards the elsewhere;
investigators lost in time,
surveying the atmosphere.
Do we really want to be consistently in such a pattern?
© April 2007 Sonja J. Phinney
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