Now The Answers Will Come
Twas put before me
Once.
Who is it I am?
And given to wonder
Why,
Is it to matter?
I am not so much that.
No.
Rather more this I think.
Trees and river and
Sky
All came there
With me, within me
Me
Was there to see.
I’ve done it.
Yes.
I’ve worked it out.
‘Tis plain to see.
At last
I am
what I am to be.
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DESTINY ABRIDGED
I knew about Paris,
the loveliness of it,
the artist haunts rue Bonaparte,
plumbs the depth of vintage bottles.
Why ever did you fly?
~
THEM
My wealth is not jingle
nor a heart forever throbs.
No,
‘tis Them beside me strode a mile,
saw me home
and asked to keep my smile.
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YOUR TOUCH
Joy
Alive in the mind
Nourished in the heart
Sustained in the soul
Propagated by your touch.
Touch
Me
~