I am
but a potential
for physicality
within
the infinite expanse
of the divine realm
of the eternal now.
A potential
within a potential
within a potential.
A potential in which
I find my seeming self.
Within a potential
for a seeming time and a space.
Within a potential
for a seeming reality.
I know it’s only rock and roll,
but I like it.
Or so it seems.
Trail Wood,
8/30
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