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Don’t let the silent moment pass. Reach out
And grab it, with the fist your mind can make.
Reach deep and seize time. Hold it. Make it shout
Its sermon or its symphony. The snake
Will try to shed its skin but don’t let go.
Hold on until the rattle shakes your soul
Awake. If life is frozen, let the floe
Float through you, slicing. Show it you can thole
Its worst the way an iceberg crushes ships.
The womb takes in the semen and prepares
The woman’s body for birth pangs. His lips
She wanted. She knew all, not unawares.
Face moments as if eons were just beeps
Because the epochs are produced by bleeps.
~ Phillip Whidden