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seeing ~ more or less
do I know what I want the
next breath a different prospect
the scattered shattered shards
of sight mean something but
not everything that comes
strangely unbidden untrammelled
unknowable yet claiming us
all in the kiss and the handshake
the embrace and the contracts
that make us one running
out when my clock or yours
stops ticking leaving us
only with more – the inevitability
of the unimaginable – what joy
© Neil Thompson 2026