the more I try to be some part of things
the more transparent I feel
I feel.
so many things.
transparency being foremost.
this has been going on for some time
out of Time I mean to say, beyond Time.
perhaps it is knowing Spirit is paramount
the undying heart that doesnt read the news
feeling apart in that sense is correct.
on all the tests about transcendence.
turning the dial on a time machine that is aging
and then not.
what have I forgot what did I leave on the bus
of the last century
in dreams I ask
unaccountably
and with no records
written in the language of the everyday.
this day.
that holds no familiar spires.
perhaps I feel now closer to God.
now that I am glass.
and can welcome the sun
as though nothing else
ever happened here.
mary angela douglas 23 january 2020
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