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I think I’m hooked,
Think I think, think,
Jeez, I knew there was
Something, that made sense,
As to being alive.
I mean, this ‘think’ has everything
I’ve thunk before, when I
Was crazily thinking of ‘me’.
Always thought a soul was
Continuous, whether up a river,
Or down a creek. Dead
Or alive, dust or dust. Why
Not? We know
Every particle of Nature fits
Into the atoms of ‘Now’. So did
Now past. We all have flares of
Déjà vu, as we should. We just
Really need to remember what’s
Passed, inspecifically.
Just need to learn, and live, how we can,
To keep going, to keep hoping, to keep striving..
Striding, hiding, heaving, believing nothing
But goodness. That’s all. Goodness.
As a philosophy.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/17/12
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