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Sometimes a day is little more
than a race between sundown
and the arrival of the feeling
that I am myself and more
than the routine that subverts
the path of my pursuit of meaning.

Sometimes a night is reduced
to an unyielding staredown
between the need for sleep
and the craving to free
the side of me that gets
inspired by stars and dreaming
with my eyes open.

The purest air I breathe
is found in the place where
I am keenly aware of
the in between.

Untitled image by photographer Shannon Marie


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