New lease

By Alisa J Muniz Blanchard copyright 2012

Slow steps on the journey
Move like molasses
on a cold winter morning
Time suspends itself
At The threshold
Peeking in to see
If what waits there
In the combustion of life
Will manifest as
cataclysmic changes

Sucked in
like through a straw
Discovering once you see
Inside
Nothing will ever look the same
Again
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