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In the Beginning (Tic)

In the beginning

there was only mysticism,

no matter of fact.

 

Just like the rolling river,

just like the summer breeze

through the trees,

 

just like the night sky.

Gestating,

 

coming –

 

I twitch, and for a second

everything

is as it was –

 

but

 

it’s not –

 

been twitchin’ since I can remember –

ever since

I became

 

party to a pain to match –

we’re searching for

 

some space

‘tween

uptight

 

and flat on our backs –

the night sky, the summer breeze,

the trees, the rolling river,

 

let every tic

help make the passage safe. 

 

 

 

 

Posted 07/18/18
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