Gone
I dream that I may..
Walk out to Appear..
Elsewhere...
Maybe touch the World...
Without meaning.... to touch,
It...
In a different way...
Like traveling ...
Walking a new road...
With each step meaning something..
Else...
Laden with a significance
Strangely felt..
But not in my first creation meant..
Only now in present conception fully grasped...
Then somewhere!
Yet a murmuring...
A quivering strength that didn't exist...
A being...
A will...
Owing me no attention..
Yet felt kin-ly resonant..
So yet may I be content
Again to walk on..
Untouching
Touching
Untouched
Touched
Gone.