somehow life goes on
in spite of it all
life goes on
in that process
is beauty
and pain
in that process
are things that bind
the spirit human
those things common
life it somehow goes on
somehow I find in the moments
between words too dry
or a muse demanding truths
I am not yet ready to own
that words still spill out in the
still small moments
words somewhere in-between
in the process of life and writing
which so often are the same
I discover distance between
where I was even yesterday
the path stretched out before me
I move sometimes without even trying
because life somehow it goes on
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