Poem for this week…

Turning raft
on gentle waters
Mollecular ballet
of unseen currents.
That the water
seems black is
only a dream
of a dream.

The heart
of everything is
never still, always
moving, always turning
Something for
Alchemists to perceive;
But for the rest of us,

Love, endlessly
battling death,
piercing the heart
of immobility.

– Mike Feder (New York City – December 5, 2005)

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