Poem: Other Givens

Other Givens

I must go out to the world
within my own form,
carrying it to each place
with the hope to gain
what will connect
with that thing carried within,
that I may bring it,
may transform it
into what is not yet known,
what will be discovered
and opened up,
what becomes a delight
for one deserving joy.
That should have been known,
even before, it should have been.
Isn't it all so obvious?
Wasn't it already?
 

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