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Sand To Go

Something within, from so far away,

like I’ve swallowed a piece of meteorite,

it remains, feels like it belongs,

as providence,

yes,

this is *me*,

defying “logic” and people’s sneers,

free, uncontainable

as sand to go, evolve,

beyond time and place,

surmounting rhyme and reason …

Marching to the beat of a different drum.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat