The Distant and the Near
Delay is time lost
action
is time saved
the mind wants to hold
the
moment like a vase
the heart wants to let
it
fall like water
the ear hears the voice
at
last like the first note
of a song
the eye sees
the
body approaching
like a shadow
across the
light of day
the world happens in absentia
both near and distant
a stone is thrown into air
in this direction or that direction
I am not afraid of
either
flying or falling.
AKSHR
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