That Day
The deer walk quietly by
The light rain falls
And I
Find
I
Exist
Not at all
Everything they ever said
Everything I've ever read
About
The existence of
Space and time
Here and mine
Seems to be so true
There really is no u
At a time like this
All that is, is this
This moment in time
This energy rise-
and blowing out
The top of ones
Head
Now what -
I wonder
Will all this do -
To a life -
To a person -
What does one do
With infinity
And love -
Who is there left
To do anything with it
And yet
We must
Go on
In joy we
Go
To lunch
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