“it”
with many ruminations.
“it”
is not a gaming alone
riding
together far beyond,
reach
and circles,
among
children of spirits high,
as
if riding beyond age,
behind
a push unawares,
age
and awareness together,
riding
along, for safe place;
what
is that “it” each one,
ruminates,
without any viable,
cause and solution, still gaming
along
the bicycle, smile and smile;
a
philosophy touches each one,
with
conscious brutal instinct,
adulthood
already touches each one,
where
and why no one defines.
Still
with pride and ride,
A
mystery and go on and on,
That
is life with its own coils
and conundrums
beyond our reach.
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