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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