EnoughA Poem by Pndrgn99A poemWe condense onto the surface of the world, like dew drops appearing on spring lawns, a manifestation of life’s will to continue growing.
Only later to disappear into dark loam the emptiness of our absence eclipsed by new green grass.
This new growth, at once our legacy and, the beauty into which we vanish.
Standing between them like ornate bridgework connecting moments to the memories of both the time before and that yet to come.
Like an antique clock its giant works inside the central edifice of a clock tower in some elegant European square there, long have I struggled watching the dance of wheels and cogs levers and sections seeking in their patterns an understanding of myself.
Now I know that I know not what thing I am nor finally what it is that I am becoming. Only that my movement, when I am true Is joy and is in this, enough.
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