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On The Opposite Side Of 'Somewhere'
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Soul Poetry It would seem,
at least to me,
that I subsist,
in merely a void,
where nothingness
is common place
and everything
is hard to come by.
No matter how fast
I run,
no matter the
ground distance covered,
I remain rooted,
imobile, where I stand,
while the rest
of the world
whizes by,
at warp-speed pace.
They all seem to have
a reachable destination,
a terminus,
where their objective
waits-
a someplace.
While I linger,
in uncertainty's limbo,
on the opposite side,
of somewhere.
