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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