Unclear
Unclear
The picture—skewed.
No-thing is clear…
Walking in this mist
I know what is out
there. Yet,
perhaps I don’t.
I cannot see
what will be.
Later it shall
reveal itself.
Until then,
I walk in this
fog—UNAFRAID…
I’ve stepped
through this BEFORE.
Still, this time
it is different.
I’M DIFFERENT.
I ‘see’ even
in the inability
to cut through
this smattering
of particles.
Yet, when they rise—
I will be as
I AM NOW…
Letting go of yesterday…
Walking with NOW
and attempting not to
rush ahead for tomorrow.
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