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July 14, 2015
This quiet leaving, back into the fold, drawing out a breath, drawing in, accepting the pause, before and after, the middle, that island sought between wake and sleep, between the in and out, at cusp, choice is, passion begins, the possibility of choice, wisdom grows with choice, or not, we fail, ignore, we blind ourselves, willing Oedipus all, the flight of the Phoenix, roaring up from the ashes, eating the air as ether, flux of movement from here to there to here again, ever and always the same choice, passed over in a blink, during a commercial break for beers.