by Marilyn S. Ferrell

No clocks are ticking,
the sands in the hourglass
no longer flows,
there’s no more evening
or morn, 
all time just ceased

Suspended in nothingness, vernal
passion springs into a cool, calm,
and as I close my eyes
feeling ethereal,
no longer bound to
the finite world,
breaking tethers to distend into something surreal.

Escape by Marilyn S. Ferrell

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