Another Day
Another day,
another sunrise, and time continues.
Would time continue and still pass without measurement?
Surely, it would.
All that defines life is a timing process,
ever moving forward, ahead,
Away from now.
Could words adequately describe it?
This process of life and living?
Surely, they could not.
All that is life –
is
More than words, more than prose and poetry.
Being – Is indescribable.
Knowing – Is unquenchable.
Creation – brought us here
to existence,
to living,
to life,
to this time.
to now.
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