rambling

we run through the line of looking, searching
we move through space and time
it all is and isn't what it appears
the perceptions, reflections and projections
are never the object itself

we connect and disconnect
there is a source that brings it all about
we look for love, pleasure, joy and plenitude
we engage ourselves and others
the search of which is still unknown

we move in ways that search for meaning
the chemical reactions we're all shackled by
the hope of continuity beyond this plane of existence

grasping at something, going with the flow or against it
trying to please the body and the heart
responding to intuition and superstition
looking for the place where we belong

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