Meanders
And it was that road
with no crossroads,
with no choices,
without decision
whose whereabouts
were unknown.
Walking the meanders
obeying its physique,
being well aware of its
ubiquitous ability
to retain its path.
With a road long-
gone abandoned
and fortitude
abridged to a bonus,
wandering was
mere mechanical.
Not until the hour
stretched beyond
all theorem,
had I woken
to the notion
that You always
had shared
my every nadir.
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