The Lodge
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

in the lodge halfway between
dream and life
I arrived alone
without hope or desire
with no walked road
and no movement required
I was never there
and I never left
myself
my own monarch
I could reign there
but effort is absent
and like a shadow
I didn’t live where I was
I don’t live where I am
I dream as if living
in the lodge
from me, to myself
from who I am not
to who I am
Originally published at steemit.com on August 27, 2017.
