It is as though there is nothing else, Right now, there is no other thing - nothing more important. She is all thought. Indescribable. Present. Bulldozing day and night. Her breath, (a voice, her sound!) Precious as pure creation, Echoes in the vastness of the future. Her eyes, (open, look!) Watch the wide world and nothing in it, Smothered in light and colour texture. Her look, (who’s there?) “That is his… this is her… “, Binds us in a heritage of features. And time is helplessly falling through her. Pushing her wheel of existence, And her every moment onward. Tiny fingers tapping on my shoulder. Say hello.
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Phew!
"And time is helplessly falling through her.
Pushing her wheel of existence,
And her every moment onward. "
Incredible lines.
Love the softness in this David!