Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Mystery Of The Inbetween
Here we are with what's to find,
Between dark-sides, front behind.
See the world, that runs on blind,
But with the image and the sign,
With a language and an eye,
It takes on life, becomes a kind.
Start an event with a line,
For theirs, for mine.
Spaces there, ascend decline.
Forms with thoughts, so confined.
Knowing not, goes on time,
Knowing is, goes on mind.
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