it is during that is the hardest

the movements back and forth

the building up of an infinite sentence

clauses and phrases clambering over each other

words straining to break free, but jumbling, tangling

eventually only garbled speech.

it is in the during that

thoughts meander and climb

but as with each sentence unfinished, trail off

nondescript form, shapeless being

dot dot dot

it is the during that is the hardest

because here is your clay

o waiting to be moulded

to be given form and breathed into life

to take flight and reach some higher heights

but in the during, is wide stretched out space,

in quietness, the pages of a book flipped back

in the during , we see ourselves clearly

and must learn to live with our reflected "me"s