I saw
a shop
with beautiful 
window dressing 
I went 
inside only 
to find 
that their 
best was
in the 
window for 
the world 
to see
but on
the racks 
were seconds
and nothing 
else but 
imitations and 
cheap knockoffs 

It’s just that 
this you see
was never any
other and both 
wouldn’t be better 
let’s just say 
that this then
was our very 
own first when 
and remember it
just like that 

And no 
there is 
no one 
for me 
for I
am enough 
for me 
and forever 

And like thunder 
heard from some 
far off place 
I followed only 
to find rain 
and in this 
I was cleansed
and upon its 
clearing I was
at last enlightened 

Oh and when 
the string is
straightened and the 
dots connected does
one truly understand 
the blind trust
that the journeyman 
placed in destiny 
that he sees
that everything before 
belongs to that
old life and 
like the shedding 
of fur and 
molting of feathers 
and discarding layer 
after layer of 
his previous life 
can he stand 
on strong legs 
and declare with 
full lungs of 
fresh air you 
haven’t won anything 
for I have