#229 everytime we stop (for a split second)
b'there is a time when the light is just right\\nthat halfway point between daylight and night\\nwhen the sky for a second is silver before\\nit slips into blue and out to black\\n\\nlike a ball on a rubber band out it goes and\\njust before is snaps back for a terrible moment\\neverything stops before reversing directions\\nand it all comes hurtling back\\n\\nbetween heartbeats\\nand breaths\\neach time everything stops\\nand for a moment we are dead\\n\\neverything that falls rises again new each time\\nrecreated in endless variations on the same theme\\narabesques or dreams and geometry unseen\\ndeath is the responsibility of math\\n\\nbetween heartbeats\\nand breaths\\neach time everything stops\\nand for a moment we are dead\\n\\nepw 12.5.07 perrysburg, oh'