I Shall Have My Being
by S. D. Kilmer
My spatial distance is stretched out.
I see, from my vantage, the corner of space.
Dark with shadows slight.
While my temporality seems deminished.
Short is time as long is space.
Where I once went when space:time were
confluent I could make my way with might.
Here and now, it is just a distance with a view.
As I make comfort this my spatial corner
opposed to Others.
They simply proceed pass me.
They look at me with passing glances.
As if looking without seeing.
I am not there. In the angst of Being.
I am here, existential inertia, where
inauthenticity eventually has
its way with me.
Being There . . .
The place of genuineness
Where I should find myself, already there,
In the stream of the world surrounding me.
Is Being There.
An adequate place for my existence?
Being There ---
Is always a movement of time and in space forwards.
Never static there.
Rather the dynamic, there being.
What must one do when found Being There?
Keep the momentum of movement
From there to every new and distant there.
No longer stopping at the here.
Next, always asking, "Where?"
There? Or, there?
And I'll say,
I shall have my Being amongst all them who care!
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