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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 the Road...
But each step meaning something.. 
Else...
Laden with a significance
Strangely felt..
But not in my creation meant..
Nor now in conception fully grasped...

Then somewhere!
Yet a murmuring...
quivering strength that didn't exist... 
Conception ... 
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.

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