walking with a little poetic licence

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Something

Each day comes,
each day goes.
One day,
one time,
no steps to success
or ladders to climb.
Just now. Just me. Just here...
and...
 and... 
and something-

Something else,
something only felt,
each day,
each time,
though nothing is known;
nothing is mine.
Just here. Just now. Just me...
and something..
something else,.
something more sublime.  


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