The line of demarcation has been drawn into a circle,
Numbered one through twelve,
Surrounding and confining time's untutored movements.
Return to me the moment free from outer definition,
The sense of absolute absorption
That expands to meet the need for confirmation.
Nothing can be known in its entirety,
So long as we compel it to reveal itself
Within a predetermined span of nominal attention.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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