(A lone voice whispers)
Press play. Salute.
Shall I venture alone to my designated internal salvation
To be simply reborn and stand all above
That which is borne or will I fall at the wayside and dwindle
In my faith as it capriciously falls
Have I met you already in person in a previous tragic lifetime
As I wandered through it all
Or have I simply passed you by before we spoke and is this
The sweet-tasting nectar of not knowing
Already written upon the laws of synchronicity multicultural walls
We both never saw
Copyright John Duffy
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