the continuum of time
o great revealer
of all truth
that shall ever be
obscurer of self
rapt in escape
dare not make
to moor the moment
for we are nothing
if not made
to flow
intertwined
immersed
in the effuse
of everlasting
love
only the heart supine
can breathe
the unending flight
of this precious gift
an existence
most peculiar
[image credit: Kay Nielsen]
Max, or Not 
Great poem!
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What Christine said <3
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You, and your ethereal writing voice, have been missed my dear friend. Welcome back
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Please forgive me for all the sappy — yet heartfelt– poems. I really missed you
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