by September 21, 2008 0 comments

(previously published in PRELUDE TO FANTASY)

Leaving the ocean behind,
And the sand, the pebbles,
The human ways of lonesome,

I drift the other way,
And confront


as I pass through


as I pass

I drift

as I rearrange my life

as I pass through

Change tasting the evolution,
finding peace in the vast, where nothing
is born or dies.

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