Transitions
I live in the transitions,
the time between then
and now,
the twilight and the dawn,
the rustling of leaves
as night begins,
the first breeze
of daybreak,
the moment of departure,
the time of arrival.
Once something has happened,
day has come, night is here,
you have come, you have gone,
fait accompli leaves me cold,
nothing to do, simply there.
With expectations and transitions
my blood pumps with excitement,
my brain expands to take in
everything,
and I understand
those, who in their desperation
to feel life,
provoke it.
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