Here – Then

There’s something beautiful about stillness.
The intricate, point, in between balance
and imbalance. Here. Where non-existence
and reality collide and crash and dance.
Future is yet to come. Past did not last
as beginnings end concluding the start.
Here-there-then-there-there-here-there-then. Contrast
leads to sameness. About to fall apart,
I dream a deathly calmness or tranquil
spot to retire but I’m not old enough
or rich to seek comfort. No not thankful
at all. I know this may seem a little tough
to contemplate. So so so iRate
but yearning for quiet – lying in wait.

Poetry by iRate
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