In the hour that is

an
urgently
oversouled
august-sensed
sigh(t)
pours
thoughtfilledinfinitudes
not
from
without
but
from
somewhere
within
the
philial
veil
of
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during
longinbetweens
distinctlydefined
by
an
absenceoftime
while
circumscribedciphers
stretch
curtainpulledfloats
through
spacecradlingglows
past
firewallwails
and
screenblankingscrolls
of
unmeasuredlongevities
when
everw/holeheartedquestionsandanswers
plasmically
melt
into
one

from willowed withins
slide each plasmascreenscroll in the shapeofaspace
distinctly defined by the absenceoftimeflingingflows
poured across circumscribed oversouled august-sensed strides
of infinitudesofthought that thread through each trace
by silently ciphering w/holeduniversedpulls along layering lines
past screenblankingglows splashing unmeasured longevities
in tender release from each heartheavypulloutthenight



"Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul...that the universe is represented in an atom, in a moment of time...and the whole future in the bottom of the heart."
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)


"The shape of space is the absence of time."
(K., age 10)