M a n n e e

Cobalt

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I walked down the stream

holding on to a string

which kept my soul afloat above my body

my physical eyes whisked the waters

and my feet treaded the slippery ground

 

in juxtaposition

the eyes of my soul could see the cosmos

and itself trotted the globe

the near and the far

time and timelessness

the ultimate goal itself, the path

the questions themselves, answers

 

Amnesic and all knowing at the same time

 

a kid with a blue balloon

reflected a passerby.