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Feb 2016
Once the world is watching
there it is
always
next to me
something so freeing
it just has to be

What of that moment in time
when it becomes time
to say another line
in time to march worlds forward
to the end
until the end of time?

What of my mind?
What of it's search,
divine,
for the divine
in a time when it's jarring
even in rhyme
to mention but still
it has to be
even at that time?

In due time
I'm sure I will find
But 'til then it's to seek
while going out of my mind
taking two steps toward that direction
each time.
Written by
Joel Johnson  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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