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                cape and cowl

                only in the midst
                of billow and flurry

                from lifetimes passed and
                current wafts breathing

                hardly sometimes at the edges
                between lifetimes to happen

                can you rest
                your battered identity enough

                to think with true nature enough
                to be still





Batman wormhole: between
breathing wormhole: reating & wriding
identity wormhole: ‘God, who am I …?’
life wormhole: good going into / that gentle night
lifetimes wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
stillness wormhole: wakeoutofadream