Pontchartrain12/2/2016 To witness the fluid breadth
Where the darkness shifts to meet it Is to remember a time When I was floating upon it Unmoored Like a pale petal in a desert At the mercy of winded sands Or a footprint in a jungle To which there are no visitors A speck of blind consciousness In a wise, unblinking blue As willing to rest in its vacant gaze As to sink forever into its consequence
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