First draft of a new poem for 2015... Precipice of hope my dream canyon I layer it with sediment expanding height and depth adding length and breadth optimism and exhilaration I tamp down the repetitive voice of an earless ego lifted by choice As you, strange in your struggle cling to the jagged rocks agreeing only with yourself unwilling to free those that have read your glyphs simple cuts errors etched in stone Im flying now the moment is passing not past reach for the pinnacle before the clouds move in see the sky before all you know is erosion Sadness, you are crumbling earth an avalanche of dirt This grand opening all of it vast and mysterious is nothing, to empty eyes Let go and rest consoled by pebbles I am with the eagles I can see your beauty your forgotten truth it is sand, forever shifting
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 23:33:31 +0000
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