immersed

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The day is longer than it seems.
Perhaps it’s just me waiting for it to be over.
The clock spins like a whirlpool,
washing away the day’s responsibilities.
Down the hole goes time,
flushed to the center of now.
Lost 
behind the soul in the center of the mind.
Blind to the present of the moment.
No notice of the sun’s traverse across the sky.
Simply here,
immersed
beneath the things that fly.

12 thoughts on “immersed

    1. I took half of them and then I use pexel. The entheogens is Alex Grey. I try to use stock photo websites to avoid copyright infringement.

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      1. Thanks! The Mt. Bross is from a Nikon D50 and the rest are from an iPhone -personal prayer,ūlialia, so tired, Spring, fish poop poem, Ha, immersed, dear Sean. Gaia is at a European park and I just loved that pic and had to use it!

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  1. Lovely reflective poem, deeply philosophical about our existence and the passing of time. I like these lines very much:

    “The clock spins like a whirlpool,
    washing away the day’s responsibilities.
    Down the hole goes time,
    flushed to the center of now.”

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