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Movement of the Mind (Katherine Stelly Watson-Lafayette, LA)


How did I get here?
When I look at the blackness behind my eyes
I am brought to a different place.
The blackness and the color of my present perception are equally familiar.
It is as if I am made up of three oscillating moments
Playing the music of a life that is mine and others.
The blackness keeps the time of my most beautiful and colorful moments
So vivid in the blackness
The current moment is filled with color and question
It is the most real moment
But the most uncertain
It is the most confusing moment....
How did I get there?
A more comforting moment rests in the future
It flows to whatever rhythm I desire
It is driven by the two moments of blackness and reality
All three moments working together make up the movement of the mind.

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