The Moment Before

by Ron Reed

The sounds surrounding echoes,
the filament
the burning idea
the presence
the ambient bright notion
that consequence is lightened
by faded memory
or heightened imagination

In this quiet
finite moment
breathing slowly, quietly
so as not to burst the idea
the change is evident
trusted to consensus
insanity wins the draw

Brisk inhale of frosted air
ignites the senses
renews the process
forge – furrow – frequent
return to an erased past
migrant present
redundant future
laying claim to reasons
growth can ignore

Lay to waste—purpose
this hidden gem
a darkened secret surrendered
guidance reveled and deplored
to choices of end
of crashing conclusion
of anxious repose
Ne finis pas

©Ron Reed 2011

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