Step out into the day.

Step out into the day.
The cells are moving, moving, all
The monads of existence;
All seeing, but not touching,
Riding currents of whatever’s
In between.

Step out into the day.
There is a flow, a
Wonder and a glory;
Carried on each crest and trough,
And feeling what’s within and
In between.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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