A Place in Time

 There is a small place in time 

Between what is thought and what is said 


Where cocoons spin out as butterflies

Their opalescent wings spread


Where thoughts pirouette as daydreams

And ideas remain undead


Where love awaits expression

And words voice anger instead


Step back and see; it's an eon

The place endlessly extending ahead


Then why do we find ourselves

In a puddle where someone's heart bled


There's an abundant place in time

Between what is thought and what is said


Where I now sprawl my words 

And behold what I have fed

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