Small stones: The moment not

I feel this moment a lot, this moment not, this time with no outline, no handholds. This falling like terraces, down, a small plateau, and down again, the expectation that is stretched beyond it’s elasticity and becomes limp. The unanswered word, message, gesture, look, or the time of not knowing when.

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