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ONE PLACE
PASSING MOMENTS
Energies
from distant places - coming and going --
And walking through me.
The smells of in-between places,
The sounds of passing-through
In the time when everything is left behind
And the expected future is yet to come
In the time when things have already halted
And not yet begun
And my spirit is free and detached --
I do not belong anywhere;
I do not know anyone;
I do not need to do anything --
Just be.
Watching the people go by,
With all colors and types and shapes
Carrying different stories from different places
All draining into one place, sharing one thing,
For a quick moment that will never repeat
And turning into this magical buzz
That keeps echoing in my head.
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