Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Waves

Unmitigated
there are only these stones of confusion left
as the lake breaks waves across them
like hosts.
Repetition is the most difficult in these
modern times
so quick moving.
Over and over
seems like
turtles
and mires.
Steady.
But I come here to this place.
Hold myself here beyond
comprehension.
Linger.
To be unsure what joy is.

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