Pulled over my eyes
In limbo, yet more settled
Nomadic, yet grounded
Distant, but more attached
Ageing, still sprouting
Fewer words, yet growing in understanding
Speeding forward, yet seeing in slow motion
My hand releases, my heart envelopes
My exterior, my inner self
My rock
My cushions
My parts and my whole.
My present and my future.
Overwhelmed, yet never tiring of it.
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