Joseph Camphouse - 2 Souls

Our souls passed.
A brief moment.
A glance.
The space between Michelangelo’s God and Adam.
Eternally in limbo.
Our creation.
A lesson.
A world in-between.
Never to waiver.
Not built that way.
So much to loose.
Is it worth chance?
Do you think so?
Is happiness in borrowed moments.
I wonder in the night.
What would have happened.
If we met years ago.
One of the big ten.
What would Jesus say.
He sits silently.
Look the other way.

(1.21.06)

Joseph Camphouse

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