As Your World | Paul Brookes
always disappears
your yearn born with you,
you must imagine not getting it,
not be in the moment .
The moment is gone
or to be. Moment
is a door neither closed nor open,
half in, half out. A midwifes
tender grope for a head, a nose,
In the inside dark her touch a torch.
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