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as blooms along
a mountain pass –
or moss to rivers edge
as timeless as a message
swept to sea –
as eager as a driving rain
melts another sun
was there
and here began

where you are
and where you were
neither matter much –
for always there’s a place
you can’t perceive
as midnight in the desert sands
or held by stars
somewhere –
wherever I am known
tis there you’ll be