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What's the point of looking
back
when so much lies ahead
and in me?
What's the point of ruminating
over broken glass
shattered dreams
cracked mirrors
stabs in the back?
They are meant to be.
I am with me in this moment
and I am with this moment
in me and
I am with you in this communion
and I am with communion in you
at this moment
and that's enough
for nothing needs to be
done
said
thought
imagined.
Only the living and the life.