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