In the spaces between the leaves,

in that breath of less than more,

in pieces of air, which stand

among the ruins of our yesterdays;

there you will find me.

* * * * *

In the hours between the seconds,

the seconds beyond the years,

the minutes of our days;

there you will find me.

* * * * *

In the sediment of memories,

in the pale, blueness of tomorrows,

in the spoken, unsaid goodbyes;

there you will find me.

* * * * *

In the palm of our hopes,

in the inward grope of our fears,

in the flight from our grey to green;

there you will find me.

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