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The Really Real

The Really Real

Filled up with longing
For the really real
The clock tick-tocking
Down until I feel
The earth beneath me
Spinning like a wheel

Stalking belonging
A creature by half
Shunning the taunting
And the cruel laugh
Me plus I is no-
thing- so says the math

Until I enter
Into the quiet space
And take the time
To take a breath
And give it back
In songs of highest praise
No longer half, I’m whole
Again.

RWOz2

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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