taking me on
a trip through portals of paths in blessed traffic
so relaxed, the
lane traveled has no worry from where I came
I am without
reservations, having a distinct frame of mind
soothing as
a surreal episode, going way back, back in time
in a moment,
lasting one hundred thousand years, my life’s shown
clearly,
without an affliction of seemingly, grotesque lackluster clusters
I’m driven
into a far-off and away patch of timelessness that shimmers
causing the
effect of conjoining with all others who made it through
the reaches
without needing a sermon about the great white explosion
©September
3, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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