B: Xxxxxxxiii: Between The Slips Poem by Douglas Scotney

One thing leads to another with unfailing regularity. How can this be since the two things - one conscious, the other unconscious - should cancel each other out. The gap is just enough space to allow a safe exchange. But I sense a trap here - I will not linger and be drawn into the process. Your poems challenge me! You're writing outside my comfort zone - that's the mystery zone of poetry

Recharging to the fullest potential.....

Ah! How that 'GAP' doth move the Eye so rapidly during this 15 second cycle ~