At the Intersection of Being
I am protected
from what I want
by a loose grasp
upon what’s
possible.
& while the streets
I navigate can be found
on Google Maps
none of them
seem to lead me
anywhere.
inwardly,
I reflect upon
what you said to me
this morning:
love
is elusive.
salvation
seems iffy.
redemption
is remote.
& peace
feels like a
terribly long drive
away.

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