We drip from the
precipice of existence,
evaporating so briskly
in the in between,
raging and dying out with
hands over our eyes,
ears and mouths
between the moments that were,
and the ones that are ahead
of us,

We dash into the
future as if it were
waiting patiently for our
return, sleeping and waking
in the wake of our
haphazard choices,
watching as we scurry into
its clutches built from false

© Patience and Christopher Rupley 2015

(This is a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Patience. She is a real treat to write with. She “gets me,” and I don’t find that very often).


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