Now that I have something
I have something to protect.
This unwoven world may own
moments in common, or may not.
How do we connect when we do not
resemble? How might we derive a lesson
from a lesson not yet learned?
The earning of a heart refashions
something of a brain, an engine particled
into invisible détente allowed in keeping.
As the moment freshens to another moment,
how will we remember what we thought?
And will it matter anymore? Will this point of thinking
translate to another place from which to start?
Sheila E. Murphy
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