Far More (a poem)

I do not know where I will be
from this place called Now
Tomorrow is too far
even to behold

but as all things in my consciousness
may seem–

You are real.

far more
than the breath that just escaped my mouth

far more
than any immovable mountain

far more
than any sweeping moment
of bliss

far more
than despair
–even death

when I open my eyes
after that one long blink
the first person that I wanted to see

is You.

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