Directions in Soap
Poetry by Daniel J. Neumann
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When you fall asleep
Is there time perception left?
Do we feel absence
In the same sense as presence?
Is rest a form of “time theft”?
Washing the dishes,
A soap bubble stuck to me.
I studied its face.
The sphere became dome—
Colors whirling all around.
You could see pictures.
A soldier dying.
A land stolen and soiled.
Greed possessing men.
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Living for money.
People dying for money.
Few true values left.
Two lovers in bed.
Running out of time ahead.
Appreciating.
“Is this image right?”
I queried. The bubble wept.
The membrane embraced
Its own collapse and I ask,
Was it lust or love that slept?
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