It always led me here

to this point

to a now, of sorts

a momentary glimpse

a lapse of direction

or conviction

maybe a dream

nothing but a dream

as it is truth it must've been clear

well defined as such

this is now, always now

'cause I perceive it to be just that

complete and ever-present

and it led me here

one step at a time

one breath at a time

as time festers and pollutes my insides

feeding of pieces of my discarded self

but... it did lead me here

as though this is where I needed to be

my paths divided and branched out

first like arms, just the usual two

then like hands

with fingers, creating five possibilities per arm

fingers later became arms again, then hands, then fingers again

and I chose my way

and my way led me here

but, I think I was always here

in a constantly trailing yesterday's tomorrow

wherever I'd chosen to travel

now would always have been

and always will be

but maybe not here

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