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It’s while I was sleeping that I woke. --Tow’rs

by Rob Littler

There is a continual unfolding--
A path forever trails ahead. Footprints
Gather on the soles of my shoes waiting
To be placed, anticipation falls
Away to movements trapped
In my muscles’ memory, the act
Is merely the actor, vibrating in space,
Attuned to a purpose, with nothing
But grace to guide the volition--
Leading choice to become decision.

We are the difference in the indifference,
Deafening the silence being, the science
Of freeing the fragmented notion
We came from something, or that once we stop
Shivering the cold disappears. As if silence
Ever asked the opinion of our ears.

07/11/2017

Posted on 07/11/2017
Copyright © 2017 Rob Littler

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