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(First published, sans illustration, on July 7 in Facebook group Poets All Call)

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Enigmatism
 
They ate me alive yet I live. It’s perplexing
To walk and draw breath though in stomachs digesting
I guess it’s a metaphor pho, sis, and flexing
Reality’s shape just for grins and for cresting.
 
Before ’53 I was nutmeg and veiling
Then half of me swam to the other half waiting
And storming the cellular castle assailing
Exploding within for the DNA mating.
 
I don’t guess I’ll be here in tangible form
A half century hence, and that gives me the shivers,
But the Universe leaves me to stray from the norm
And I eagerly wait to see what She delivers.

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Somewhere between the Big Bang and Heat Death, somewhere between the Cradle and the Grave, somewhere between Teeter and Totter, there is a midpoint, a locus where the balance is exact. In recent decades people talk about being Centered. If you consider yourself a citizen of four dimensions, your Midpoint must be the moment that moves with you.

Far ago from my present Midpoint, I ran across a book entitled How to Get Control of Your Time and Your Life. The author, Alan Lakein, urged his readers to constantly ask themselves: What’s the best use of my time right now? Your own answer may well be, “Stop reading this bloggage and do something real.” So long then!