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Between two minutes hides a canyon
wide enough for dreams to land
It is there I store my courage
and the things I understand
Life is not a single river
it’s a maze of sudden streams
In the cracks the light gets brighter
in the pause we find our seams
We keep fearing time will leave us
yet it’s willing to be caught—
in the smallest stillest windows
we can hold the thing we sought
So I live not just in hours
but in moments in-between—
in the crevice of the ticking
I have found what life can mean
