The Space Between

All that matters of me
resides outside my skin.

I am dross

an eye-lid’s flicker
but where we meet

and what we make there
shall never leave the Earth.

We have to make precious
the space between us.

It is humanity’s
last hope.

Our medium is diamonds
if only we will shape them.

                                                    Rogan Wolf


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In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

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