More Bound by the Clinging

i set adrift into an angry raging rapid, as do we all

and grasped at breath and landing

until i found a stone beneath my stretching fingertips

and firmly i set, a welcome belonging to gain

until i realized i was more bound by the clinging

than the rock I had chosen

and never once did pause to ponder whether i was where

i was supposed to be

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