Time without Clocks


In time without clocks
each moment is a temporary
dwelling place
An array of tabernacles
where there is space for
joy upon arriving and
grief upon leaving
The Nomad is welcome and
is sheltered and fed into
another state of being
There is not black
or white
They exist holding hands
and grey becomes color

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