when less is more
of the titillation,
when lightening pronounces
the pathos of storm,
when a last breath invites
into the world of hereafter,
when a sight for sore eyes
opens my heart,
when time openly cries
in a moment of crisis,
when a thunderous sneeze
is as fast as I ever wanted to go,
when a day's long journey
is reflected in a single thought,
when the feeling of being blessed held
is overwhelming,
when recognition from others
meets its maker from within,
when a point in time
becomes when-less,
and soulfully wanders . . .
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