3 poems connected by their yearning for one another

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 it's interesting i get to stop by and glimpse into

these peoples lives

am i just warming myself by the fire?

a still in time

drops in the water

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is our universe a moment?

a flicker in the night

a candle to the moths

gliding toward the light


what of the darkness?

does it get lonely too?

surely the noxious gases

deep in the heart of space

sense our longing to experience them?

 lonesomeness is shared through the cosmos

our God is loneliness

we were separated from God

our consciousness split from the eternal fabric of

nothingness

and projected upon itself a show of its own

existence

watching deliberately, carefully, processing our

every moment,

until we forget who we are

or, what we are

and we fall back into the present

back into the arms of the cold

and seek out into the nothingness

that we will call the soul

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as a child

my grandfather taught me to look through the trees, 

through the branches, and only then

would i see


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