More Than a Kinda Sorta Something
Life in all its pain and glory
On the big screen as deep as a Grand Canyon
And in the private little rooms
Oozes through the tiniest cracks and crannies
Blows across the widest open plains
Swims in depths and soars to heights beyond.
Where is this most valuable something,
Which isn’t really a thing,
Found or not found
If not here?
When does it ever come and go
If not now?
More than we can ever know
Here it is
Exactly, not kinda sorta,
As it is
Simply
Here and now.
(12/26/25)
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