Package of Its Passage

I'm just a 'deliveree'
Of what comes to be wished
To be represented in my mind.
At the time.
I'm there and it finds me.
Aware I am and unblocked.
Unable to stop...
The flow of it when the gushing,
Raises the pounding of my heart to free it.
To let this moment as it comes...
Show 'me' what 'it' knows.
And It does.
To leave me sometimes suspended,
With nothing else to do...
But be used,
By its influence.
Allowing to become selected.
Becoming one subjected,
By a method accepted!
And elected...
As the package of its passage.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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