All the while
Till there is none.
Nor he, nor she,
Not even You.
A place far away.
And farther away,
Not just woods ,
But still beyond.
Not along shores,
Buzzing with waves,
Or lush meadows,
Buzzing with chirps.
Not in the oceans,
Where creatures creep.
Or still rocky hills,
Where life does subsist.
I toiled through nights,
And slumbered in days.
Till I reached
The Holy Cove.
Past all gone.
Future not in sight.
Everything subtle .
But yet and, still,
There I was!
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