#229 everytime we stop (for a split second)

there is a time when the light is just right that halfway point between daylight and night when the sky for a second is silver before it slips into blue and out to black like a ball on a rubber band out it goes and just before is snaps back for a terrible moment everything stops before reversing directions and it all comes hurtling back between heartbeats and breaths each time everything stops and for a moment we are dead everything that falls rises again new each time recreated in endless variations on the same theme arabesques or dreams and geometry unseen death is the responsibility of math between heartbeats and breaths each time everything stops and for a moment we are dead epw 12.5.07 perrysburg, oh