From An Old Notebook

I don’t remember who I wrote this one about:

 I remember breathing in my boots
on your barn floor.

Each suspended moment lasted more and more;
so I use that education to smell and feel right now,
this moment,
more and longer right now more.

In between the beats of a measure of the heart which never ends nor begun.

Dakkuan

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