I came to be

the man I was

before I became me

And wandered through

the time of yore

one called one’s destiny

I washed away

those earthly thoughts

and left them where they lay

And walked along

the greener path

with no time to left to stray

I sensed a smell

in garden’s bloom –

it flowered all the while

No time to ponder

what I’d lost

no time left to resile

And as the brush of

woodland fell upon

the cradled path I’d strolled

That story closed –

a new book borne

my narrative foretold

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