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Wednesday, 11 February 2015


Swinging... suspended in a dimension that we label as time 
I ponder my seconds, minutes, hours, days, nights, weeks, years; 
my working shifts, holidays and time that I've wasted on the mundane 
To a child, who truly experiences the joys of each moment... I wish to return

To splash in a reflective, cloud-filled silver puddle of forbidden fun 
To slide heedlessly down a helter skelter, in a sack, at supersonic speed
To blow iridescent bubbles of delight... such poppable propositions of awe
To be at one... happy... consumed within a moment 
Losing the need to divide my time into fake components 

© Debbie Razey 2015

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