It's In The Stretch Between Poem by johannes lewinsky

"... now, at this moment, or any moment, we're only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is a whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream" JB Priestley 1937 Time and the Conways

It's in the stretch between
The sinews bones
Where you can feel
the surge of life through
in peristaltic waves
surging through

that we find what it is
to be alive and be and escape
the arid procrastinations
of this thinking reed we inherit

I will that you will in me speak
With the same inevitability
That the Icelandic geyser speaks
Nature's tin kettles erupting
with the irresistible force that comes

From millennia of simmering and cogitating
Locked down away
In the earth's bowels down
In the small intestines of the world's body


I will that you will from me take
All that i can and all that i am
And all that through me would speak

For all that i know
is that i am not what i am
till i can exteriorise can
all that i am and become

identified with an act
something concrete beyond
and never previously envisaged