There Is

There is
only me and
my effort; there
is only
my heart beating, my
eyes absorbing, there
is only me in this
small space of
living frugally - of
effort of body, of
soul working itself
free and into
unknown worlds that could
take me
beyond myself
to happiness, to
to wisdom, knowledge
and the
only way to be.
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