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Let us begin as we travel through time,

Ants on a chicken bone

Was not only a project, but a calling.

If I didn’t love, you then, I sure love you now.

We continue to move gently,

As the storm is diverted, lost in a glimmer of an eye.

No time, no scheme

I saw it through tinted glasses and a gleam.

Is

As is now,

As will always be.

Suspended in time.

III

As a fox lays its footprints

The owl moves in photosynthesis

A fieldmouse will be caught

As it scarpers to its next hole in the ground.

I was busy mending the fence I told god

As he looked straight through me.

He can afford to do so,

As he knew what he had created.

A blood pumping vein.