The Lodge

Nelson Guerreiro
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.

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