One Without a Second

Nanne Nyander 

"One Without a Second"

 

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NEW book now available for purchase.

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Shortly I will be announcing a 

"Giveaway"

I will be giving away a few copies of my new book.

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Poems from the book:

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Waiting for the magic to catch up with me, 

waiting for nothing.

Magic is already here, but I can’t see it. 

Hanging on to the self is blinding me, 

blinding me from seeing the magic that I am. 

But, what am I?

I can’t be a me,

I don’t even exist.

I, me, magic, it’s all the same,

an imaginary bubble in the sky. 

-from "One Without a Second"

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The one I thought I was is getting blurry. 

She is not as solid as she once was,

or was she ever solid?

I feel like a boat drifting in the dark,

with no light to guide me in the right direction. 

I have no idea where I am,

or where I’m headed.

I’m moving without moving, 

everything moves in slow motion.

I can vaguely make out a thought,

a memory,

a feeling,

but then they’re gone,

just touching me softly when passing by, 

and sometimes not so softly.

I’m here,

but where is here,

and what am I?

-from "One Without a Second"

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