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not wanting to miss a thing
I set three electronic alarms
and they rang me beautifully

into different times

oh dear God

by whom I mean
dear Everything
and beyond

oh dear Universe
and universes
inside and out

your  sweet mote
upon a speck
awash in a swirl
upon a swell
pushed across a mystery
called time

within and without

does beg your impossible
mercy

and offers moteful
thanks

from middle year poems — Bill Eberle

January 2014     © 2014, Bill Eberle