A morning’s meditation in free verse
There are (always) questions, looming not in impenetrable darkness, but in twilight’s shadows immediately outside of the brilliant daylight of ready resolution, where the hints of spare shapes arise, breaking the horizon of consciousness, beckoning to be beheld, demanding the act of thought to respond to the challenge. The (always existential) questions? Who, now, am I? What, as life progresses, is my destiny? What, at death, will be my legacy?
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