January 01, 2003
Time tomorrow never quite
all the drops of silent water
inward the reflected light
spins the spark of matter
now the only sense is time
seconds between eternities
spaceless black a morning prime
spreads about this nothing sea
water, hearts, too soon forgets
all it carries, wandering spirits
-Andrew Bennet
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