There is a moment
when time is irrelevant
and we cannot call it a moment.
It is a travelling
that lingers
because time is not a part of it.
In this moment
(for the grace of blood
has made it)
as if it had a beginning
Because I don’t have a more fitting word.
In this moment
The cells burst and reform
The muscles melt
and restrengthen,
the flesh is shed
as though it never
existed in the first place.
–again with the time stuck
we are yours,
and in these moments
you show us what eternity looks like.
It is then I remember
you meant to make me.


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