by Unga Bunga Girl


Blood follows it
Thoughts encompass it
Pressure eases and ceases as it becomes

My feet tire and the pace slackens
Within seconds uplifted by the excitement
and churned up into a frenzy

Whatever it may be…
There it is
without distinction or definition
without alliances or enemies

It always is, with or without our understanding
or permission or praise.
Ongoing, onward toward nowhere in particular, but constant…

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