It is an ache yet a calmness all the same There is a difference in everything It's as if the universe has expanded into meaning above what it was just now A puddle of exhaust is a colorful palate lying on smooth asphalt A question of existence is no longer a question To feel this ache is to live and I know I must keep moving for what is to come will be the answer But for all that has been said and done although right and beautiful what lies ahead and is present has opened my heart to breathing beyond mountains beyond prairies beyond what I ever thought possible And it is not so magnificent without trials it just IS and I am exalted indefinitely.
Ache and Exhaltation
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