By KJ Halliday

But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Mark 13:32

The incessant regularity in which we find ourselves

Is dense

The magnitude of everyday Unnoticed, unexamined

The Sun retreating behind the veil of the world

Or rising from its cradle Encrusted with stars

Retaining echoes of the image moon

Waxing, waning


Tripping over the expected

To wake us to a dreaming

Teaming with life In desert land

A strand of hair

Slowly falling Silent

What is there to understand about existence?

Why continue a journey?

Why start a journey?





Sneaking past the barricades of the past

Truth is sneaking past the barricades of the past


To be rebuilt


To be destroyed


To be forgotten

Again To be…

Continued not necessarily in sequence

But in overlapping circles rippling

Against consciousness

Against time

The corridor of understanding

Time is patient


Though nothing can wait

Time insisting

It can never stand still

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