The Corners

The things I have seen
in the corners of eyes
the peripheral past
or passing of minds…

A slip, a fall, a twisting of time
I saw some present
or some future awe
side by side
or was it at all…

Quickly glimpsed, quickly gone
clipped and borrowed for a blink
I stop and wonder, and recede
into questions, into me
it was not there
or so I think…

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