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Joseph M.W. Turner

Seamless Being

I’m not sure what there is to say anymore about being me,
Who I am-was-will-be.
We flow together seamlessly
Without end.

Where to pinpoint the whole of it,
Or snip the seam and end this bliss of being
Would be like cutting vapor.

Was ever there anything more meaningful than this very moment,
This here and now, this seamless seeming,
Seemingly without end?

No words can contain it. Not one.
The space between words,
Perhaps.

Deborah J. Brasket, August 2023

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