3 The Undefined
between definitions
death turns us all
time-travellers,
hunting echoes
in edgeless canyons.
becoming poets
searching flavour:
the right words
for a gesture, a phrase,
a filling of empty spaces.
actions dissipate,
colours fail in their purpose.
the emptiness of hollowness
(a mimic, a clue, a joke,
of real emptiness
from which we come and go,
come and go).
a dream of reaching:
unable to find
our
own hands.
—
simonhlilly 
very helpful reminder and message for me – trying to find some order as life turns toward summer
a concentric circling of lapses in time~ wonderful writing !
Thanks! It is still rumbling on….