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It knows

my heart grows

to the size of this moment.

it knows…

it knows

it is my lover.

breath rolls in,

softly out again.

hand of this moment

picks up the pen.

it knows…

it knows

it writes for another.


lover (unreal)

time (not now)

and where goes my heart?

this moment—

which belonged to no one?

(ask the pen, ask the breath, ask another)


Qi Gong especially for the energy of this poem:


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