If all is not one
then who will I be
this time?
perhaps I am a fragrance
a passing cloud
or an intuition
You might as well
ask the wind which direction
it prefers to travel
but what is it you call
those other joys
the ones you do not speak of?
the joys that are
not premeditated
or rehearsed
whatever it is
that is what
you could call me
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