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I am but the great between.
I walk from fog to brightness
A floating up above the world,
I'm sick on all the lightness.
I can dwell among all lives,
So forever dwell apart;
I can give to all my love,
So to none can give my heart.
I am more than diplomat,
More like a lamb to slaughter;
Have no country, home nor flag,
Belong to no one's daughter.
I am but the connecting void,
The space between the substance.
I exist to only bridge the gaps,
Yet do so with reluctance.
For to be a thing is better
Than to be a "not" eternal;
The infinite is endless small
Without the heart's inferno.
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Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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