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The Long Commute
Inbound and outbound,
we navigate on auto-pilot.
We stop and start,
lost in our own rolling clouds
of perception and perspiration.
The scenery and seasons
often seem so much the same
that whole lifetimes
begin to blend together.
And as we drop our coins
in the toll booth basket
at the gates of breath,
we move back and forth
in space and time
between God and
what else is there?
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© David L. White
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