Iceland

Between being awake and awake
I found a lost feather by a remote lake.

Between restlessness and rest
Neither visitor nor guest.

Between dreaming and dreams
Icelandic streams.

Between too late and too soon
Drifting bodies in a blue lagoon.

I stared into a blank bay
In a sea trance between day and day.

The sun shone without substance
Like the image of thought.

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