12 Jul 2017

There is a tiny pause, Marcus, a fraction of time, when all the moving parts in your life stand still.

When you dare to move contrary to the anticipated direction.

Yes, they stop to take stock and turn, before some stall, some cancel each other out, some wonder if it is worth it, the whole becomes a fraction, the illusion morphs, reality faces the sun once more as it spins, a grotesque phantasm looking in the mirror, shielding its eyes…

And in that moment of static incomprehension, you move ahead of life.

It catches up, but by then it’s different.

And so are you.

sliding back into the ocean
a reluctant wave
remembers the sweet taste of land

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